There are so many nights like these, though I wish they were the exception. Nights when I'm so lonesome for you that I can't sleep. I lay on my back wishing that you were wrapped in my arm - your head on my chest - your sweet-smelling hair lightly tickling my lips. I want so badly to hear your breathing change timbre and rhythm as your body softens into sleep. I've only come to miss this more and more as it becomes an extreme rarity, suited more for memory.