Bed

As I lay here in my bed, 

memories come running to my head, 

I close my eyes, and I see you staring down at me, 

I sense your hand touching my face, 

and I can't help but wonder,

am I in your head as you are in mine, 

would you hear me, if I call out your name in the dark, 

and if I reach out my hand, would you feel it touch your face.

I must confess, I still dream of your bed....