conversations

 
How do you miss me while you’re sleeping?
Is it in the way your breath catches,
your soul aches;
when darkness plunges your room?
I bet it’s lonely over there darling.
It must kill you to not have me.
It rips me apart, makes it hard to breathe
while I hear your voice in my dreams.
I copied these same words from you, traced
every line from your lips to mine.
Soft and sweet,
words still untouched,
a taste of heaven.