A scion of the night.

I sleep with You every night, in my dreams, and in my bed. Sometimes, it's a fight, but my hungry passion can't be fed. Your picture, a visual in my head, so clear and bright, alive, not dead. A smell, a scent to remind me of You is all I have to dream of before it has spread. To pause when waking is to know loneliness untold, unsaid. So life it will be and the morning I will dread, because when I wake up Your touch will have fled.