About this time you'd be getting sleepy,
But now I imagine you're wide awake
Searching for the same memories
That even I have tried to recreate.
Our bed now separated into two,
One for me and one for you.
There's an empty gap swallowing the room,
That has to constantly remind me of you.
It's colder on your side
Although you don't mind the ice.
It's darker on this particular night,
Shadows replace the light.
Strangers now at best,
You know this doesn't feel right,
But now your covers wouldn't have me.
You're barely blinking,
Not looking around.
The bags under your eyes are the only thing that can keep you down.
On the edge is where you'll hang,
With only one hand you start to strain,
Because your other hand is reaching for me
But I have strayed too quickly.
Your body becomes frozen,
My location remains a mystery.
It's for certain you'll remain
Engulfed by your own pain,
While I pack away all of my shame,
And your efforts die in vain.
Music: "Roslyn" by Bon Iver & St. Vincent
