i tried closing my eyes
to go back to sleep
but i can't help
this pressing thought
that's keeping me up
which is that,
on nights like this, where for once
i'm not tired
and i don't feel this need for rest at the moment
i'd like to turn over
or glance to my side
and have you there
next to me
asleep
listening to your steady breathing
in room
consisting of just us
where we both take up space
and this bed,
my bed, becomes yours as well
while the sun rises again,
you will still be at my side
and i will still be awake
waiting to hear
you turn over
and stretch your arms out
to wrap around me
and i'll wait
to hear your incoherent noises
of you trying to mumble 'good morning'
i smile at that entire thought
wheras now,
when i turn my head
it is just me,
and the space
the space i've left for you,
and my endless
staring at the ceiling
in the darkened room
where my eyes can trace over
the silhouettes
of the doors,
and everything else scattered around the room
and that brings me to a close
where i decide it's probably time
to close my eyes again
