each night I can’t help but think about you, imagining you’re next to me lulls me right to sleep. I pray for the warmth that I can only conjure up in my mind. the darkness lasts too long without you, and suddenly I’m four years old again, with creatures lurking in the shadows and monsters under my bed. then I’m yearning for your touch to bring me calm, settle me down and ease my anxious heart. I can’t help but want you next to me, I have space next to me for you to lay your head. so, until the day comes that you’re here, I will silently wish for you all over again.