Feathers

As I lay here with this acoustic instrumental, I think of you.
I lay awake and miss you.
I wonder how the sky looks from where you are, and if you think of me too.
I'm not sure why I think of you this way.
Maybe it's way your fingers lace with mine.
Maybe it's your contagious smile.
Maybe it's your trophy eyes.
My life is full of "maybes."

I'm not looking to be smothered.
But as I lay here smothered in feathers, it's the one thing keeping me warm.