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