under these thick covers
and above the soft pillows
i sink, and stay, and slither

alongside of the frozen window
and behind the closed doors
i look, and lay, and let go

crushed by thin walls
and these low ceilings
i find, and forget, and fall

though deep down this beauty
overcome with sleep
and yet i'm still queasy

because these covers
still have a scent of you
lingering all over

these popcorn ceilings
still have the vision of us
together smiling

and this plain white door
it's still waiting to be opened
cause it knows there's room for more

for you.

the blankets don't provide enough warmth
and extra pillows are still around
and this bed is still too big for one

but you're gone
and i know i'll only be with you in my sleep
after all that's been said and done

and though sleep is for the weak
the idea still fascinates me
being temporarily dead seven nights a week

but if it means having you by my side
i'll choose the real thing instead
cause i can't sleep without you even if i tried

*-djs