I twist and I turn,
Unable to sleep,
Despite closed eyes,
And counting sheep.
Something's amiss,
And not quite right,
A feeling of loss,
Just out of sight.
Like an empty void,
Refusing to fill,
It keeps me up,
Against my will.
I sit up and stare,
At the empty space,
Beside my pillow,
So out of place.
I stroke the spot,
Where you should lay,
To help me keep,
My demons at bay.
Please come home soon,
Your time is due,
I simply can't rest,
When I'm missing you.
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