With all of the pillows that I have on my bed they still couldn’t be you. I wanted them to be you; I wanted to be lying with you last night. I wanted to be able to ask you how your day was; making you laugh because you knew that before we want to sleep that I would ask that question. Not only did I want to curl up with I wanted to be able to tell you that I miss you.

But I couldn’t pick up the phone to call you. I couldn’t or didn’t want to you to be predicable like you can be.