The Empty Bed

Cold, alone and awake i stay
knowing that what will rest me
lays somewhere else, alone
I know that what i feel is a must
but except it i can not

Not you, but it's the emptiness that rubs me to sleep
The cold crinkled sheets just remind me of your warmth
The loud sound of slience echos through our room
Keeping my mind at attention, making each second a year
Distroying what was once a play of rest
I lay in the ruins of your wake
But it's i that now wakes without you
But where you rest is your choice
And niether I, nor my feelings can change
And I wait...

A.J. Dinardo - May 12, 2000