Insomnia

so tired
this floor is so cold
but not as cold as you
how do you do it
draw me in with your warmth
only to slap me with cold rejection
not a bitter cold
but the kind that creeps in
first shorts breezes of cold air
then
when all seems normal
all be it a little chilly
there is silence
complete and utter silence
the kind of which only ice ages can out do
and it comes from you off all people

the colours in this room are faded
they too remind me of you
does everything have to
is it not enough for you to plague my thoughts
in happiness
must you consume them with sorrow also
hasnt this gone far enough already?

I'll grab a blanket
and shut my eyes
the softness reminds me of your voice
as I drift into a land filled with you