Last night you touched me.
It felt like a dream.
So euphoric and surreal,
I just couldn't believe
It could really be happening.
How funny it seems,
That I find myself questioning
If it was all real.
'Cause now in the daylight
With no body of truth,
The only evidence remaining -
A vague semblance of proof -
Is the crinkle in the sheets
On the side of the bed
Where my poor, befuddled head
Tells me you must have slept.
And I curse myself
For not perceiving you in your stealth,
As silently you crept
Out of the room
And into the night,
Cautiously making your way
Back to your life.
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