There's a speck of red on the bed
My eye catches it every other moment
A trick of the light
I think I might see something else
Someone else
If I turn my head to look at it
At 2am
With the sky painted black
The world seems that much more distant
My vivid imagination
Once treasured as a child
Haunts, but fleetingly
I can't feel the weight of you next to me
Perhaps I float
Above our bed, hoping, waiting
I'm lighter than my thoughts
And I can't fall asleep
Deprived and burning eyelids
Spiteful
Why can't I rest without you here?
Why am I always on?
Thinking without the comfort of your nearness
Until finally, I sleep....
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