Colorless nights

Sleeping along side with you felt like a continuous dream, Their voice mellow and croaky as well as tired Your accent would slur as if you were drunk, And your breaths sounded like wind chimes on a early Saturday morning, The night would feel like watching a black and white movie, everything was colorless until I heard you look if I was still there with you Now every night I lay awake and having sleepless hours, wanting to see the colors you shared with me once more. Wanting to hear your bedtime stories about your life, Wanting to feel your hot breath on my skin while we sleep, All I can wish for now is to hear your mellow croak of the first breath you take once you wake.