My absent companion
My absent comrade
A fickle and inconstant friend,
of whom I rarely see enough.
It’s within you my dreams reside
but without you, I feel rough.
You’re absent when I need you most,
then sneak up on me, unexpected.
Can’t you see, you’re broken and disjointed
when I need you to be connected?
But if we weren’t to meet again
I doubt that I could I cope.
I fear it might drive me quite insane
It’s clear I’d lose all hope.
I doubt that I could heal myself
without your goodnight kiss.
Even the smallest dose of you
is something I might miss.
Since I’ve not fallen, I’ve learnt to accept
you’re often shallow when I need you deep,
because I crave your company
my absent comrade, sleep.