“Dreaming of you dreaming of me, I surround myself in silks of contentment. Covers intertwine becoming whole with one that’s been forsaken My lips crumble away in the blues of the night with the emptiness of your lingering lips Your hands that once caressed my curves are now only a thought in the depth of the night The sun peaks through, I remain still Yet somehow whole” PoetryHeartbreak Author:Terah Brooks