Bedtime Stories

The silence stings the most.
When no one knows the pain,
When no one is there to take it all away,
And all is lost to the blackness of the dark.
The dim moonlight is the only thing
That illuminates the running tears
Which pour from your eyes,
As you remember.
Naked and alone you lie in bed,
Exposed to the raw emotion
That you express in its purest form,
While you remain awake
Unable to brush away the sadness.
You long for the things which you may never have,
Reaching for the now impossible,
And wondering "what if...".
And as you lull your self to sleep,
With your stifled sobs reaching no ears but your own,
You hope that one day
You can have him back
In your arms,
The place where you know he belongs.