Goodnight.

Some nights I feel okay.

Steady and calm.

The breeze kissing me

softly.

Allowing a quiet,

easy slumber.

I can picture you there,

beside me.

Breathing slowly

as you dream.

You feel close.

Other nights everything

crumbles around me.

Little things push you 

back into my mind.

They make me miss you

when I can't feel your presence.

Being alone makes my skin crawl.

Tiny spiders burrowing in my bones. 

Reminding me you aren't there 

to comfort me.

I'm left

bleak.

Grim.

Lifeless.