missing

I woke up to her hair on my face again last night
she knows I always make a big fuss about that when I'm awake
I know that's why she crawls in close at night

it feels just like I remember,

so I don't dare to turn on the light

we both know she died years ago,
but whatever this is feels just like her,
so I just hold it close and breathe in her scent

until I drift off again in arms that feel like hers,
though I went to sleep alone