He's awake again.
Caught up in the dreams, in the memories,
haunted by that last kiss still lingering on his lips.
Still craving her touch, he's awake.
He's starving for that love,
He was sure he was careful.
In fact, sometimes it was if he was tiptoeing around broken glass in the dark
He looked up for one second to see where he was going and
ouch
He's awake again.
Countless nights of counting sheep,
by now he could describe every detail of the herd.
And by now he could describe how the heart splinters before it's about to snap.
And by now he could describe in perfect detail how poison spreads through the body, through the veins, and into the mouth that he used to be able to use so well,
yes by now
He's awake again.
Awake in a bed meant, built for two,
He spreads across the sheets,
but would much rather a crowded bed with a woman that he loves
than a full bed with no one to hold
These times are hard.
The walls feel cold.
The room feels so small without her.
The world feels small without her