3 am in the morning, heavy eyelids gazing at the stars on the ceiling
birds were singing to the beat of my clock ticking
Laying against the cold sheets I almost missed the warmth of your body heat
and that dip at the spot next to me
I crave for your hand on my chest feeling my frantic beat,  legs
that tangle with mine, making knots
your breath on my neck tickling
and the occasional echo of your coughs ricocheting off the walls
Was it yesterday when you stole the covers away and
then I gave you a peck on your forehead?
Like yesterday I almost missed you and
the way you closed your eyes when we kissed
but I guess the bittersweet taste of Mocha left in my mouth
will suffice for tonight, just tonight