I can’t sleep
As I lay there thinking of you
No amount of sheep counting can lead my mind a stray

The thought of your face singed in my mind
Once a pleasant sight, now a taunting image of what’s gone
I cannot sleep

The ceiling being a blank canvas
A background for the thought of you
Blankets holding me as you once had

You’ve left
Only a remnant of a fading memory
And I cannot sleep