Sitting by the phone watching the skyline grow dark.
Bright bursts of color long gone, the sunsets never last long.
She sighs and stifles a sob.
She counted every second apart and keeps the light off.
She's fading gently and almost forgets to breathe.
Faulty eyesight, and her heart skips a beat.

The bedroom warps to another time and place, some place safe.
It didn't hurt to say "I love you" then.
It was always welcomed with a smile on his lips.
She'd stare for hours into his eyes, little did she know even beautiful things lie.
He'd kiss her forehead and stroke her cheek.
She'd lean in and feel herself get weak.
He'd taste like the sweetest of things and smell like the cologne she liked.
(She'd smell like him for days)

His arms held on tight and they could stay like this all night.
They'd be pressed so close neither could tell who was breathing and she thought she fit in this scene.
She knew his hands better than her own and would hold on for dear life, to keep him, and maybe to survive time.

Little while past,  dreams like this were outgrown.
Forgotten promises and all the roses dead.
The notes have been shredded and the memories turn in a dazed head.
She hears him sigh and thinks of his sweet voice.
How'd they'd fight the dreaded sunrise for a few more moments together before they'd say goodnight.
Phone calls in the middle of the night until day break broke them apart for morning light.

How they would just sit and listen to each other without saying much of anything, neither wanted to leave.
And even when the sentences died, overnight it seems, she'd taste them there and beg for moretime together it seems.
His scent haunted her now and followed her arround.
The light in her eyes died from all the treacherous tears cried.

He shifted restlessly on the line and said "I gotta go..."
She wanted to say so much but barely managed a weak "I know"
He sighed again and said "It wasn't supposed to hurt...."
She screamed inside and tried her hardest to forget those words.
She needed comfort in his warm arms, but some how the magic had left with no alarm.
She swam in tears that blurred the lines on the page.
They never told her if she loved it might come with a bitter price to pay and an aftertaste.....