Things That Keep Me Awake

The ceiling twinkles with the dancing light of your favorite candle,

The soft glow of monitors still fizzling out.

The rustle of heavy blankets under a fan’s powerful hum.

The sound of slow, deep breathing after a long day.

The pitter-patter of soft feet from creatures stirring in the night.

The coziness of a bed, creaking with every move.

The color of your hair in a dark room.

The way your eyes look peering out from under your sheets.

The way your mouth moves when you laugh.

The feeling of your cotton-covered skin grazing against mine.

The warmth of a shared bed.

The safety of us.

The memories.

The nights that I must prepare for without you.

The days that await where I won’t be able to see your smiles.

The thoughts of kissing lips that I’ll never be able to touch.

The images of your happiness without me.

The desire.

The passion.

The love.

The realization that I will never be able to call you mine.