Sometimes,
when I lay in bed awake at night,
I stare at the empty space next to me,
and imagine you there.
Your curls splay out on the pillow,
your glasses slightly crooked,
your silly smile on your face.

Sometimes,
I imagine us staying up all night,
just talking,
and talking
and talking.

Sometimes,
I imagine you singing for me,
your beautiful voice filling my room,
lulling me to sleep.

Sometimes,
when I lay in bed awake at night,
And stare at the empty space next to me,
and imagine you there.
You whisper my name.
I reach out for you,
for your perfect hair,
your beautiful smile.

But then you’re gone,
and there is nothing but a pillow,
and an empty space.