Lay me down to sleep, I try, but always lie awake
It’s empty in the place beside and this I can’t quite take
I always seem to reach for you when I’m just barely there
Hoping just to feel your warmth or touch your silky hair
Yet emptiness is all I find, a gravitational breeze,
And every time my hand comes back I beg the nothing please:
Please go back and come back full and warm with what I lost.
But nothing’s not known for answering no matter how it’s tossed.