Sleeping Alone

Catching my breath, a sigh comes out. As tired as I am, sleep I cannot. I toss and turn; and all I hear is silence. I can feel the heat from my own breath, underneath my comforter, and it keeps me warm on this very cold night. Music used to sooth my nerves, but lately I prefer nothing but the sound of my own sighs. Sleeping alone for so long, becomes somewhat of a routine. Something you just get used to, but you also cannot forget what it feels like, being in someone else's arms. Waking up in the middle of the night, just knowing you are not alone. Those days are long gone, but one can never truly forget the comfort. Although you become secure with the fact that you may never get used to it again; after so long. And with that silence I have now, I am at peace, but still miss loving someone. A walking contradiction, maybe. But nevertheless, I close my eyes and try to sleep.