Truth, really.

All i want to do is cry.

I miss you when i am happy
I miss you when i am sad
I miss you when i'm bored to death
and i miss you when i'm cramped.

You think after one month, the pain will soon subside.
that the dreams at night won't be haunted
by the ghost of your smile.

You'd think that i would awake
with no memories of the dreams
but what remains when eyes are open
are fractions of you and me.

When my head hits the pillow
and i turn away from your name
you'd think i would be able
to block away the pain.

But what i see is what i crave for
the past of you and me
the picture of you lying next to me
holding me to your dreams.

i see your smile in the darkness of the room
i see you creeping up to me
i see your hands going round about
and folding me to your being.

i hear you mumbling sweet nothings
and the whispers of dreams to come.
i hear you saying you love me
and that you'll never leave my side.

all this while you lay next to me
in moments sweetly stolen
in the sunny bright morning
and the late evening hues.

You'd think it would be easy to accept
after all what you said.
but in my head your still my baby,
the missing part of me.