My eyes are
blood shot.
My lips
are cracked.
I can
understand
that the fact
of me
being alone
is
really,
that bad.

I might fall asleep
tonight.
I'll dream
the time I was
in bed
with you beside me,

that

you were
there smiling,
as
I started,
crying,
knowing
I'll never get
to see you
if I stop trying,


to get
tired
and fall asleep
just to see
you beside
me.