Restless and in Discomfort...

It seems like the longest night...
As I lay back in my bed...

Watching the light as it flickers...
Entertaining myself with the resounding silence...
Shaking the shivers off my feet...
Brushing my hand through the linen cloth...
Breathing in a perfect rhythm - deep and grasping..
Listening to that which pounds inside of me...
Feeling much awe and weight...
Trying to catch a level of drowsiness...
Failing at trying the previous...
Screaming in a sound that echoes nowhere but in me...
Thinking... Thinking more.. and thinking too much...

It is you that runs in my mind...
It is you that I want to hold...
It is you that I want to see...
It is you that I want to hear...
It is you that I love...

and tonight, as I wait too long to end...
this poem shall serve...
with all its wrong meters and rhymes...
the feeling I have whenever I'm not with you...