I still know your touch, the rush of warmth like summer returning.
It sends my heart racing on it's bike to go meet you at the creek.
It is colder now, bundled in our blankets as well as in fear-
I close my eyes and imagine you are here. The sun would shine through my broken window, and cast rays of all color through your sleepy hair.
I would caress your bare back, probably say something cute so you would go make us food.
You would surely smirk the way you do when I influence you simply for a perk of being your boyfriend.
I watch you away out my door, and wait for this dream to end.