4am

It’s 4 a.m. and I can’t sleep, I lay here and watch you sleep. I feel your warmth as you lay next to me, With you in my arms there’s no were else I’d rather be. I feel the tickle on my nose from your hair, Feel the cold from your feet that are bare. I hear your slight snore that warms my heart, I don’t want to get uncomfortable because I don’t want to part. I feel your small shakes that signal your falling asleep, But it’s 4 a.m. and because of you I can’t sleep. It’s 4 a.m. and I can’t sleep, You’re not here so I weep. The warmth I feel is only my imagination, You being in my arms again is a hallucination. The tickle on my nose is just the blanket, The cold of your feet is actually just the current. Your snore is just the sounds of the house, The loss of you has unfortunately caused me to rouse. Your shakes is that of my body because I can’t keep, It’s 4 a.m. and without you here I can’t sleep.