I miss your hands. I lay here and pretend you’re near. Maybe in the next room. Maybe coming home after practice. I pretend you’re running late. I’m here. Just waiting for you. I’m just hoping you’re safe. Safe, so I can hold your face up to mine. So I can touch your lips with mine. So I can wake up near you. I love waking up before you to roll over and see you at peace. All I want is for you to be safe.