Last night I had a scare
and woke up finding it reality
That your beautiful warmth
is not with me anymore.
I long for the air to take shape
and somehow bring you here-
that way my mind could relax
and my tears could in someway fade.
I know I'll be with you again
but the days without you terrify me
and even though this will soon be over
I dread the coldness in my bed.
Deana Rode
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1999-college-lonliness/
