As I lay
Under the stars
On my terrace,
I miss your hands
Through my hair,
So comforting, a promise,
So peaceful, a slumber,
Breathing in your cologne,
Breathing out unease,
Feeling your hands
Trace my scars
And my lips whisper your name,
This night is beautiful
But its beauty remains
Only in the thoughts
That I have about you
As I recall the last time
I breathed,
Right next to you.

-reema..