I heard a beep as you got out of bed,
taking your phone with you.
I knew then that you were not planning
on coming back to bed tonight.
I spend every day after
working third shift...
in bed alone.
I will be gone the next two nights,
then home for four...I look forward
to our nights together.
You said you couldn't sleep,
didn't want to bother me,
the couch was comfortable,
and you were tucked in there
for the night.
I've been up now for two hours,
me here and you there,
and I can't sleep.
You are quite comfortable
in your very own space
and I don't want to intrude.
I kept hoping you would
come back to bed,
but the hours pass and
I know you'll stay there
until you become exhausted
and fall asleep.
I keep waiting for you to
come up the stairs, say,
"Take me to bed, girl"...
but it's not going to happen.
I spent the last three years
of my marriage not sleeping
in the same bed as my husband.
He was just going to read,
watch some t.v.,
surf the internet...
you just go back to sleep,
i'll be to bed in a while...
and he never was.
It's a tradition
I don't want to start again.
I wish that you would
come to bed with me.
You don't know what a comfort it is
just knowing you're here by my side.
But I sit here alone,
knowing you're comfortable,
not wanting to intrude,
keeping a polite silence,
twenty-stairs above you.
