Loving You

I wonder what it's like
To wake up at your side
My hand on your chest
My face nested
At the crook of your neck

Countless times
Have I imagined myself
Propped up on your lap
Your hands, gentle and strong
Circling my waist

Maybe it's a good thing
That we won't see each other
After this night is over
Cause I can't handle seeing
Someone else by your side

I'm sick and tired of writing
All these poems about you
Yet I can't bring myself
To reach my hand out to you
And show you my heart