Gone, Here.

Gone, Here. Here, Gone.

You're here tonight, sharing my comfy blanket.

We cuddle, we hug, we laugh, we tell stories.

We look at the stars, look at the buildings, take some pics,

Just because we're not yet sleepy..

Soon enough, your eyes struggle, closing

You fell asleep, and hey we are at the rooftop.

Next morning, ooh you're gone.

A bird might have stolen you when I fell asleep.

And now I'm alone again,

The cold wind touching my blank face.

The rusty rooftop frictioning with my bare feet.

Without much control of the situation,

Yea. I tripped.

After the sudden fall,

I then realize,

You were never beside me.

It was all just a dream.

A dream that is too good to be happening.