one more time

  

It’s 9 PM.

Tonight I’m sleeping on
the side of a mountain with 
with the most amazing view
but for some reason I can’t stop hearing you 
tell me that it’s time for the turn in
And can’t stop myself from wanting 
to feel your body against mine, 
to smell you hair, 
to hold your hand, 
to hear that funny little laugh of yours 
just one more time.