I lay my head to sleep
Sleeping next to you.
You lay there next to me
Then I dream.

I wish it ended there-
Though you never ask what my dreams are about.
You never even asked how I was feeling today- you haven't for years.

Lost in between two places-
Then and now.
Though now is all we know.
If we ever second guess it-
There must be something wrong with us.

Is there? Is there something wrong with wanting more then what we have. We are told that we should look around us and realise we are luckier then some.
We are.

Are we conscious of all we do, is it all really free will?
If so then why the sub-conscious?
If so then why do you not ask me how I am feeling anymore?
Do you consciously not care?

If so then why have I slept next to you for many precious years of my life...

And find myself dreaming...

Dreaming of another.