I know you think of me. I know we share the same fantasy of tangled limbs and sweat soaked bodies and passionate kisses.
The difference between you and I is that when you are spent, the fantasy is over.
You leave me there alone in that messy bed in our heads, lying calm with half-opened eyes and a satisfied smile. Sometimes I don’t even notice you’re gone and I’m having never-ending conversations, spilling dreams and making plans, while wrapped in the arms of a ghost.
You leave me breathless.
You leave me comforted.
But you always leave.