As i glance at the space beside me,
I can almost see him there,
Smiling at me, so calm and softly,
Without a troubled care,
Grinning at me with his boyish charm,
Green eyes and tousled hair,
But then my thoughts focus reluctantly,
And he is not really there,
I stare at the empty pillow,
Lying beside my head,
A dozen hot tears roll down my cheeks,
As i pray for sleep insead,
I remember loving words he whispered,
Promises and hopes he said,
Then i remember how i'm supposed to feel,
Now he's not lying in my bed.
