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Goodnight.

It's almost 2am and my mind is filled with reasons why I couldn't sleep.

I couldn't sleep

... because when you've said your last "goodnight" for today, I wondered if you'll ever need me for the next couple of hours. What if you couldn't sleep, or have been woken up from a nightmare, and I wouldn't be there to tell you that everything's going to be alright?

Tell me what's bothering you at 3am
and I will talk to you until you fall asleep.
And by then I'll bid you
Goodnight.


I couldn't sleep

... because when I look at the ceiling, I'd wish that by the time I look beside me, I can see you, and not this pillow missing the warmth of your skin. And maybe by then we wouldn't need to have our phone in our hands, because I would intertwine your fingers with mine, and they'd fit perfectly, almost as if it's meant to be.

And we'll look at each other's eyes
Not on our phones
Because we wouldn't have to text anymore
Instead
You'd kiss me on the forehead
And together we'd  say
Goodnight.

I couldn't sleep

... because often when I catch you sleeping, I would always wonder about what's in your dream. Will you tell me all about it tomorrow? Or maybe we can dream of the same thing... once I fall asleep.

I couldn't dream of anyone else
To be on your spot
You are my reality, and you're beyond everything I could dream about.

When the sun rises, I'll  have to wake up, and I'll wish you good morning.

Did you eat?
Have you slept well?
What did you dream about?

And now I should sleep, and when the morning comes, I'll be able to talk to you again.

Goodnight.







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