A girl that goes to the movies, but watches the extras.

And I’ll go to sleep without an imaginary kiss,
From the imaginary lips,
Of someone who doesn’t exist.
For the first time in a long one I struggle to envision a face next to mine.
The face of a girl so wanderingly desired to think about before I succumb to slumber.
The portrait of a love to dream to,
while she sleeps soundly in another place.
Someone whose presence I will wish to be laying next to.
And whoever she may be will never know the thoughts of her, side by side with me, that I shut my eyes to.
But I will.

And whenever the night comes,
that I can finally kiss you, I will then
arise in the morning,
and kiss you once again.