Church bells ding out the time, all around and for all to hear, beautiful.
Lullabies score a fairytale as read from a book passed gently among tired hands.
I’m tired. I’m already asleep. Goodnight. Goodnight.
Heads hit something soft to lie on, pillows and grass, and lips let out a long sigh.
To not sleep, to lie in the moonlight, thinking of you.
Every time I think that I’ll get used to it, something else reminds me of you, everywhere.