Wounded

I've been wounded, beaten up, badly bruised and bleeding profusely, I could hardly stand on my own two feet, and yet I still reach for you, my hand reaches out for your hand... my lips waiting for your immortal kiss...
I crave and hunger for your warmth, your touch; and the feel of your skin next to mine, bodies intertwining, arms locked together... lips unparting evermore...
Our souls met, and kissed... and I awake with my pillows wet from the battle of holding on to a dream;
and I realize... you were never there...

darkness fell at 2:14 am