Here I lay at 12:10 on this bed built for two that tries to sleep one, but sleep is hard to find as we love each other from a distance. It’s hard for this man who fell in love with you when still a boy to close his eyes and not see your face, to listen in the quiet and not want to hear your heart beating with his, to touch the sheets and not need to feel your body between his hands. All this and much more do I miss when you’re not here, and I lay on this bed built for two that tries to sleep one, but can’t and won’t without you. 2010