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I lay as a divider, across
the center of my bedding.
I take up space to deny
that anyone else need arrive.
But all the while wishing
that someone could make use
of all that emptiness, with me
there to warm them nightly.
I sustain these days of grinding
skull against the stillness,
with nothing more to show
than my presence here continued.
The weight of eyes to slow me
as I pray for sleep that's endless;
at least for days I could remain
as lost to all as I feel
each morning, listlessly half-risen
and devoured by the sun light,
I say an oath to try again
until I can wake and smile.
But there may be the she
of dreams that pulls me closer
just to feel and maybe breathe
into one another.
So to wait upon these prayers
and wishes to come through -
I'll continue dreading daybreak
and continue needing you.