"When I can't sleep at night-
I stare at the empty side of my bed,
And wonder about the things
I would tell you
If you were laying next to me."
Like most nights the dreams come. And I find myself unable to go back to sleep. I'm scared to you see. The dreams hurt. They hurt when I'm awake and they hurt when I'm asleep. Instead I lay in my bed and think about what I would say to you. At night alone in my room I tell you all the things I should have told you when you were here. Then I wonder what it would be like if you were there and knew all the things I should have told you. Would we spend the nights talking? Telling each other about our days? Or would we sleep? The blissful sleep of two people wrapped in a comfortable love like an over-sized quilt. I want all these things, but when I look the empty side doesn't lie. You're not here.
