Nights

It's sleepless nights like these
When the wound feels freshest
Because I think of you
Warm in your bed
The bed we used to share

You're sound asleep
Under that childish quilt
While I stare at my ceiling
Trying to figure out
How to live the rest of my life
Outside your room

When you wake up in the morning
Your first thoughts will be of the day ahead
Mine will be remembering you are gone
But I cherish those first few moments
Where I have no pain in my heart
And I don't recall the warmth of you bed