As she lies there,
Dreaming of you,
She sifts left and right.
As she dreams, she remembers you.
Your voice, whispering soft words.
The outline of your lips, that she wished she kissed.
The color of your eyes, that she once got lost in.
Then she remembers the things they did together.
Holding hands, when ever together.
Or your arm around her, keeping her safe.
The softness of your touch.
The color of your hair,
And even the color of your skin.
Dreaming of you, has become part of her life.
It happens to her every night now, as if it was scheduled.
It's hard to forget the things that happened between them.
Especially when she dreams about it every night.
Dreaming of you has become her passion and her life.