The tinkle on my ankles are the same as it was when it was wrapped around yours.
The moist in my hair the same as it was the night I surrendered my heart.
The fingers on my hand are missing yours just as it is when I was torn away from you.
The beat in my heart is the same as it is every night when I wait to see you in my dreams.
Even as I wait in vain for you who may not come, I will wait.

- philoism