I've lost my grip.

When I get up you still won't be there.

I'll be wandering the isles searching for you.

Waiting to steal that next glimpse of a smile,

that once kiss your lips because of me.

One second you're there.

Your arms wrapped around me,

cradling my heart like a soft lullaby.

It's all just a dream though.

When I turn around all that's left is

the scent of lavender and a broken heart. 

I've lost my grip.