Dreams like These

I'm laying here, falling asleep with your scent drifting around me
and the voice of someone else in my ears

I've grown feeble and tired of the world, tired of constantly missing my girl...

And I can almost feel you standing next to the bed, looking down tenderly, reaching out to brush my cheek with your fingertips, and laughing to yourself about how I'm stretched out, glasses askew, necklace caught in the swell of my collarbone, face pillowed on your shirt in the brightness of our room in the middle of the day.

Or I can see you in the hazy darkness of my eyelids, smiling in that way you have that brightens my entire world, your eyes on mine, gaze heavy with your feelings, touch light with your love, moving to embrace me so I can relax in the comfort of your arms, feeling complete, like the piece that finally found the rest of its puzzle.

And I can hear you stating how much you love me even when you're not saying a word, even when you're thousands of miles away, and even when all I have of you are my memories, a promise on a silver chain, a hug in a stuffed animal, thoughtfulness in the sweatshirt you let me borrow.  

And dreams and thoughts like these are why I hate waking up in my dorm room alone in the dark and yet why I love it all at the same time.