I Wish You Were Here

I picture my pillow to be your chest, an extension of my very own flesh that I long to rest my head on

I imagine that the blood drumming in my ears is the sound of your heart beat, the rhythm that I’d be falling asleep too

When I wake in the late hours of the night I hear the wind in the trees outside and I envision it to be your breathing that I’d find comfort in, knowing that you’re right here

My dreams would be black and peaceful because no colour would compare to opening my eyes to the sight of you in the morning light, still asleep while I am in your arms..


Niraksha Singh

I believe that scars, visible or not, make up the essence of who we are

1 Comment

rob stolzy · March 3, 2018 at 7:22 am

dreams black & peaceful … that’s a beautiful idea.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.