My aching heart :'(

Scuffed up boots , hair flowing wildly, not wanting to be tamed,
Sitting here with you, a smoky atmosphere and a distant moons light, i clasp your hand and your eyes burn in delight,
But when i wake to this dream that seems like it will never be real, my eyes fade and dullen, all life burnt to ash, becoming a dreary grey,
Clasping a pillow until you appear, realising that i am kidding myself, i sit here feathers raining over me, huffing in an eye watery defeat !
Without you my sky's are grey, and my mind explores dark and torturous places,

I need you ... Here   - with me.