If I wrote u a Poem... would you..?

Every night I listen for the softness of your breathing
Evened out by the silken touch of fatigue

I lay amazed by the vastness of the sofa even as I hug my pillow,
I’m running from the vacuum my bed offers

Into the open arms of the Tv screen
The need to constantly submerge the vessel of my mind

Is bested only when my consciousness is knocked out by sleep
Only to wake to another round of the wrestle for the reins of my thoughts as they veer off again, straying to you.

Will I ever again inhale your scent in space that defies proximity?