you ask me
if I think of you
maybe this will set your mind at ease
every night before
I sleep
I blow out a single candle
and as I sit there
on my bed
bathed in moonlight
breathing in the
lonely smell of smoke
I whisper those three words
hoping that by some small chance
that they will reach you
and as I start
to drift to sleep
I lay a hand down beside me
for in my dreams
I can once again
feel your soft skin
beneath my fingertips
as I reach out
and take your hand
within mine once again