this is for you

Untitled ( if I come up with a good title later.. I'll add it)

I dreamt you were at my window last night,

and that I invited you in.

Because then you were here,

instead of there,

and I could hold you close.

I wished that you would call me,

just exactly like you used to.

Because your voice makes me feel safe,

and without it I am scared.

I remember when you'd hold my hand,

and lift it to kiss my palm.

Because without your hand in mine,

well, now I feel alone.