Holding her waist

Holding her waist  
 
You know.  
It's true what they say.  
That once you fall asleep in the arms of your lover,  
You can't sleep alone anymore.  
Something doesn't feel right.  
Something is always off.  
The feel of her body,  
Her warmth,  
Her breath,  
As I lay beside her,  
Clutching onto her waist,  
It is a feeling that gets you intoxicated just thinking about it.  
It gets you high without realizing it.  
You do that once,  
You can't do it again.  
Because then you'll constantly feel alone.  
In the dark.  
Always thinking back to the time,  
When she was lying next to you,  
And when I hold her close,  
It's so close that you almost feel like one.  
So now, as I lay here,  
Clutching onto a pillow that smells of her,  
I keep hoping that this pillow,  
Will turn into her,  
So that I don't have to sleep alone again.