Sleep tight

I think it speaks for itself.

I still wake up at night
fingers searching for your warmth
which isn't there.
Even though we slept together
less than a month
this will last a lifetime.
And I'd scream
if you'd listen,
if you'd hear me,
I'd beg
if you would give a damn.
My sleep is light, uneasy
because you haunt
my unfulfilled dreams.
It's cold
underneath these silver stars
we never shared.