it wasnt there when i looked for it
beneath those sheets
it was
warm
comforting
satisfying
but it wasnt you
i know that it wasnt what
i needed
but
i needed to feel something
besides
the panging in my chest
so i
.....held on for dear life
gripping the edges
closing my eyes
envisioning us
feeling the sweat
not knowing when it was over cause
my imagination ran wild
with me
about you
in between the sheets with me
but
it still wasnt you
....instead of reveling in the midst
of that not-so-bad passion
i wanted it to be you
....i
still
do