I don't sleep. Not much anyway, if at all.
The lingering thoughts dangle from my ears, begging for further evaluation.
The words I wish to speak to my beloved are painted on my lips, only to be forgotten.
My body is still, but my mind keeps running.
What is this state in which I find myself? Laying still every night, waiting for the loneliness to subside.
My bed is not mine without them in it.
Without them, my lullaby is gone. My sweet dreams are gone. My warmth is gone. My color is gone.
I don't sleep.
Not without my heart.