I lay in bed wondering why my
heart is aching for the company
it knows it cannot have.
I look up at the picture I have
hanging above my pillow and
a small tear escapes my dry eye.
The tear is full of loneliness
and it is full of hope for the future
when my bed will not be empty
and neither will my heart.
I reach for the picture in the dark
I don't need lights to know which one
radiates the beauty I need to comfort me
on this Wednesday night.
I hold it in my hand trying anything
to feel the warmness of my head
on your chest.
The picture rests in my hand
as I close my eyes and pray that
this cures whatever insomnia
that I've had since you left.
I think of all the time we'll have
together once we grow up and get
out of this place we call home.
I don't remember falling asleep,
but I remember feeling loved
and happy as a smile spreads.