Sometimes,
I tell you I love you,
Even though I know you can’t hear me.
I whisper it into the hood of your jacket,
Wrapped around me as I’m laying in bed alone.
The smell of you filling my lungs with every breath.
Sometimes I wonder if you can hear my “I love yous” in your head.
I wonder if you’re laying awake,
Staring at the ceiling and wishing you were here,
Because I wish you were here.
I wish it was your skin brushing against mine,
Instead of the worn lining of a hoodie.
All the same,
It’s a piece of you that keeps me warm at night.
