…back to you

(”Come Back to Bed”, by John Mayer playing)

this doesn’t feel right
lying here all alone.

was it just a dream?
if so, it was a nightmare.

does my memory serve me right?
i had you here beside me
just before i fell asleep
last night
(…or so i thought.)

i’ve been waiting.
but now i realize
waiting
is far better
than being left behind.
left alone.
left with nothing
but memories
of how you touched me
and kissed me.

you should have taken them all with you.
the faded memories
and false promises altogether.

but not the kiss.
not that sweet kiss
your soft lips passed onto mine.
leave it to me and be gone.
let me lie down still
on my bed of loneliness
and let me close my eyes
to rekindle the warmth
of that one kiss.

respond.
you respond to my wanting,
to my waiting…
with footsteps.
footsteps.
i open my teary eyes
and there you are
standing at my bedroom door
with your lovely smile.

you came back..
hopefully to stay,
hopefully to share my bed with me
and never go away.

so stop teasing me,
stop making me wait any further.
all my life i’ve been lying here waiting
for you to arrive,
and now that you’re here,
don’t just stand there outside the door.
take your place beside me
…come back to bed.