Late at Night

your tongue doesn't fit quite so well in my mouth anymore
it doesn't quite fit in yours either

things used to be so wonderful
used to fit so nice

i still find you beautiful
i still cherish your touch
i still long to be with you

and sometimtes
late at night
sometimes
during the day
i imagine who you were

and sometimes
late at night
usually
while i'm in bed
i imagine who you are

and sometimes
late at night
often
when i'm sad
i imagine who you may become

i imagine your beauty
i imagine your clothing
i imagine what you'd look like
when you get all dressed up
i imagine what you'd smile like
if you saw my smile
i imagine what you'd taste like
with your new chapstick upon your lips

if your voice
was any less soothing
if your personality
was any less charming
if your face
was any less soft
if your timing
was any less appropriate
i probably wouldn't try

things will fit again
and i'll be thinking of you
late at night