Untitled 9th.

Tonight,
I sleep.
Under the stars.
Under the roof.
Beside the window.

I heard the wind howls.
Softly against my ears.
The wind brushed through my hair.

Tonight,
I hold onto something.
Scent,
Hair,
Face,
All are imagined.
As every day passed like this.
Looking at your photograph.

Before I sleep,
I am alone.
And only with you,
In my dreams.

Can you guess who did I slept with?

Asyraf Amir. 20151225.