A night of sleep.

Its not right to tell people
they're digging a hole
when it will never physically
exist.
I can't sleep when I'm alone
though a wish is made every
night, by everyone who does,
that their blankets breathe
and feel the sadness they
wrap, trapping it from
escaping into the sky and
causing uneeded rain in
the clouds that protect the
universe from feeling
sad as well.
I'm tired of being so far away
from you, so I wish, along with
everyone else, that somehow,
every pair of shoes you own
will read my mind when I dream
of your legs teasing mine in
their sleep and decide for your
feet that the walk isn't far
and carry you like angels
arms to the heaven of
a time when we won't have
to be apart.
So I close my eyes after they
toss black coins of some a.m.
into the well of everyones gated
lashes and wish for a long lost
golden light to seep through the
bars, throwing the covers and
freeing the sadness to destruction
of some new chance that will
carry us out and into each other
while were still both alive enough
to die like we meant it all.