AThumb swipped slowly over red painted lips,
smudged lipstick and parted lips, soft sighs floating to his ears, eyes closed and tears falling softly down cheeks that are a pale pink, to scared to open her eyes.

she knows when she opens her eyes he will not be there because he is not real and never will be, from now she will hold him in her dreams and not expect more.

She turns over and hugs the pillow and as morning comes the real world closes in and she knows he will be lost untill the moon shows her face again and she can again believe in a dream.