Sleepless

last night in the dark, alone in his bed, he heard the wind whisper her name.
his heart cried out. he reached for her, but a dream can never be the same.
she was not there. at least not in the flesh, he grew cold remembering he was alone.
how he wished, she was there by his side. his trembling hands reached for the phone.
but the echoing raindrops, falling like tears, carried his thoughts away.
he drifted back, into his world of dreams, remembering other days.
he remembered when, they were apart and how his world became a dark, desperate place.
he remembered wishing, he could change the story, but the past he could not erase.
so many nights, he stared at the stars, remembering their forgotten love.
the way she talked, the way she walked, all this he was dreaming of.
he remembered when, back together again, they made love for the very first time.
she was drunk, he was scared, but their emotions seemed to rhyme.
her touch was delicate, her kisses light, and the love….well you know.
it was the best, far surpassing the rest and in time it continued to grow.
so many memories, fill the dark spaces that his fear begins to fade.
his breathing slows, his heart grows warm, remember the love they made.
slowly he drifts, off into sleep a sleep filled with dreams of her
the whispering wind may forget their love, but his heart belonged to her.