Cold

"I trust you with my secrets

though I say I have no dreams

I see the future locked in your eyes

and thing everything is better than it seems

To much to hope for, but everything to need

To tell you of the things i see,

means the world to me."

You used to say, things just like these,

to me, on many sleepless nights

we stood and talked about the stars

and the places they would take us.

Then there was fear

and the secrets and the dreams

which were not to be called dreams

stopped coming,

and held apart with them 

was their constant smile

and their soft kisses against my skin

as I fell asleep.

Replaced by doubts

and accusation

that grew in the dark

and in the light alike

I wondered if i could ever

do right.

And then, this night, 

I awoke to skin, so soft,

brushed against me,

and I smiled,

to see you laying next to me.

your eyes locked on mine

and we talked, for just a minute

and then drifted apart, 

into slumber.

a cocoon of blanket separating our

bodies.

My smile didn't fade, 

but the soft touch certainly did.

I turned towards you,

but you turned away.

I lifted the blanket to reach you,

but you pushed it back.

and left me out in the cold,

My skin craving yours.

The play repeated, like a record,

a bad dream

I reached, and you pulled

and we ended up

so far apart,

Sleeping in the cold,

When all I need is your warmth.