A curious shadow outlines your chin

No longer does my head rest in its darkness,

And it wont likely again

I do not long for that curve in your neck

Where you would hold me in place as 2am became 3

Only rarely do I ever imagine that I am once more there.

Rather, I can still taste the scent of your hair

As it would blanket my mouth and nose;

You would fall asleep as I stroked locks of dirty gold 

And I would stay awake,

My mind whispering to yours that I was willing to love you

But I didn't love you as much as you deserved.