I won't say that it's unbearable
because it's not un-
bearable.

But it begs to be
to be laid bare
like my own bed
lays
alone.

As I barely
lay my head
and ruffle sheets
before I realize
that sleep will not come soon
enough.

Given a moment before I pass
into dreams
I consume myself
with thoughts of you.

Thoughts of you that
make me feel that next year
will never come
soon
enough.