It’s 1 am and I thought that maybe
if I pulled the blanket tighter against me
it’d bring you closer back to me,
because I’d look at white sheets on my bed
and thought of how it felt like living without regret,
and warm, sleepless summer nights
and your back right against mine.
I’d look at how brightly the stars twinkle on the skies
above, and pretend that they were your eyes. And I’d close mine, and
hope that they align
tonight, but will they bring you
back to my side?
Because I still see your face
on the pillow next to mine, and your
voice echoing in my mind, and you,
your laugh, your smile, your hand
holding mine, your arms wrapped
around my side, you,
and you, and you,
but never you.