The Dead of the Night

In the dead of the night, Comes the haunting of my mind. Single whispers dance, Their delicate words kind.

In the dead of the night, His eyes gaze at me. I know he is not here, It is only my heart trying to see.

In the dead of the night, I shut my eyes tight. Sleep does not come easy, When he is all that makes things all right.

In the dead of the night, The thoughts of him continue to haunt. Letting the thoughts in becomes bittersweet, It fills my heart with love and want.

In the dead of the night, I wish to see him. His smile, laugh, and embrace, Make my mind swim.

In the dead of the night, I fall asleep with a smile. For I know that to see him, It will only be a night's while.