It’s hard to sleep when you’re not home.
I struggle with the darkness, trying to convince me that you won’t make it back safely. I start to believe, over the course of hours that the night has taken you to a place I would never be able to reach and that one day I would lose you, not because you’re a bad man but by sheer coincidence and pure bad luck. I worry for our future.
I know that you heart is here, in this home that we share and I will you to find your way back to our warm bed.
My mind wanders too hard and too fast and I dread the time that we’re apart, the denial of your laughter, of your voice of your presence it scares me to no end because I know that one day one of us will leave the other behind…
I want to be the first to go. I can not deal with this world without you. It is meaningless if you are not here, with me, telling me that everything will be alright.
My heart sinks every time you walk out of the door, regardless of what it is that tears you away. My heart sinks every time I walk out the door, nothing more than sharing the day is soothing than anything else I can find to do outside of you.
I can’t live without you.