Hours

You told me that you were – like me –

Unsure about which way to follow

You told me that we had the same

Disturbing thoughts in which we wallow

You told me that sometimes you felt

You couldn't take it anymore

When the moonlight on your sheets

Never seemed so bright before

You told me that insomnia
Had got you in its grip as well

And that you too, you counted all

The endless echoes of the bell

You're miles away and every inch

Just makes me feel so low

I wonder why we can't at least

Not sleep – together... you know