Insomnia

Here it is I lie
Another sleepless night
I stare at everything
Walls, ceilings, shadows
Here's the hour when
My thoughts drift to you the most
Yet I'd prefer to dream

Here it is I lie
The dawn drawing nearer
The memory of your face
At its clearest
It's been two months
I wonder sometimes
(I can't help it)
If you miss me just as much

Here it is I lie
In my bed, which we've shared,
And the memories keep me company
In the place that became yours

Is it Saturday or Sunday?
The days are now a blur
But I feel the weight of time
As it passes and yet I stumble along
Too strong to lament
Too stubborn for sadness
They have no place here

Here it is I lie
With my memories of you
Sleepless, awake
And eager for when you get home