Lying alone in the king sized bed
I stare where the curtains billow
Watching the moon light up the dark sky,
My hand across your pillow.
I smell the musky male scent
You always leave on the sheets,
And still feel the tingling sensations
I can't wait for you to repeat.
I want so much to find the dreams
Where you're here beside me and warm
And I'm never alone or frightened
Of the lightening or the storm.
But one week a month I lie here
And stare with a sleepless lament
For the five days you work nights
And I pretend to remain content.