I call your name in the middle of the night, just when it's about time to fall asleep.
Slightly whispering to myself, invoking a spirit that doesn't exist.
I see your picture over and over and I close my eyes, and it's just in that very second where I almost fall asleep that my heart wakes up, wanting to dream about that last time we were together.
Hear my prayer. Please, answer my call.
If I can't have you as real at least let me try it in my dreams, just let me, for a few moments.
I've kissed so many, wanting to have the same as we did, but deception over deception, again because it doesn't exist. It just exists in my dreams, in my memory and my skin.
You broke my heart into little pieces that in silence I must put back together.
In silence, where I ask when will be the next time I'll see you, and if then my heart will break again.
I don't know what to expect from you, I don't really want to know because my biggest fear is that you'll keep ignoring me after all we lived.
I got obsessed with your face, recalling every smile, every single sound you made.
Again and again, never getting tired of calling you in my mind. Let me free, give me a moment where I don't belong to you anymore.
It's like a dream.