in the dark hours of the night i wait for you

only gone a moment, of course, from me

in discomfort i turn over in my sheets

dead air fills my bedroom, nowhere to go

the evening offers little respite from the thick summer heat

it is then i realize you were never here at all

you were, of course, gone before i woke,

gone before my head had ever hit the pillow.

when i dream of you it is so real.

for a moment you are actually in my bed, and then it's gone.