restlessness took its toll on our two questioning hearts.
not even a goodnight, because goodnight was too final.
rather we toss and turn. we sit up, breathe deeper, and cling to our side of the bed.
drawing lines, and not crossing them.
only once or twice did our bodies find the other. and we laid, so still.
and restlessness won again, as we turned searching for that perfect position to fall asleep.
please just let me fall asleep.
let me dream my insecurity away.
rather than be awake; wondering
are you awake too
and you were
but we didnt say a word
not even once
just to reassure us
that we both were restless
without the rest that once came with bedtime