All why you lye here

Tonight I'm sitting here in this bed that feels so lonely to me even though you are here in it, thinking of him.

I'm sitting here while you are fast asleep wondering what it would be like laying here with his body next to mine.

I'm sitting here and can't help but to think what it is like to watch him breathe while he sleeps, or what it is like to lay my head on his chest and listen to how calmly his heart beats.

I want to know what his arms feel like around mine while I'm nestled so closely to his body, and what it is like to wake up next to him while the sun comes through the window kissing both of our bodies good morning.

Although I know it is wrong to think of him while you lay here next to me soundly asleep, I can't control it.

Every time I try to push the thought of him away, I sit here in this bed and just picture his face, all while you lye here next to me.

All while you lye here, I think of him, always. Always.