Last night writing to you

I was in the bed writing to you so many hours.
We talked about strange things saying just nothing.
We wrote to each other so many memories.
But no one said exactly that what he wanted.
You wrote to me so many words and I read behind them different emotions.
I asked myself so many times to tell you I miss you.
But I could not express what I felt.
I was scared to say to you all my secrets.
You sent me your poems, I saw your love can be killing.
I saw you are dreaming about such a strong love, you are ready to have the Death for a sweetheart, just to feel the power and force of the Love!
You are ready to love even your coffin, if you know that you love someone so strong!
I did not see me in your poems, I can`t be as dark as the Death and as cramped as your coffin!
The both of us we do not love enough each other, the both of us we just love the Love!
I sent you my warm hugs and my tender kisses!
I said to you sweet dreams and good night!
But actually I was dreaming about to hug and to kiss you,
My body even felt that in real, your warmth covered me like a shroud!
But I felt the coldness of my bed after that.
And I realized at that moment it was my coffin instead of your coffin!
And actually maybe I had my lover – the Death!