Always

I held him so tightly,

on a chill autumn night.

His room was warm,

illuminated with light.

The water drops painted on his wall seemed to slowly fall,

kissing my skin with every touch.

A thin blue line of lights circled around his ceiling,

shedding light across our bodies,

that with love, were gleaming.

His pillow cushioned my head like the shoulder of a long lost friend,

he held me with a tight embrace,

then he moved away from my face.

And in one long breath I opened my eyes,

to see I wasn't in his room, the one I had described.
And it wasn't him inches from my face,

it was stranger to my heart but a friend in my mind,

I retraced.
As it all came together piece by piece,

I remembered something you'd said to me.
That there is always room in your heart for me,
and for me that will always be true.
Because when I'm kissing him,
I'm always thinking of you.