and i close my eyes.

i wasn't expecting you in my hands, but i can't even count days anymore since it's been so long and far in between moments ... after times?

face to pillow and hands to face, it's easier to say "i don't sleep at night" than to tell you how i slept. but i suppose you knew that?

it's talking to ghosts that keeps me up at night, and the feeling someone's watching from the foot of my bed that makes me turn the music up and light a candle.

but goodnight to you too. i'm sure we'll all sleep well. i just wasn't expecting this nightmare every night.