Not a poem.

Sigh. Laying here alone in bed wishing you were with me. I don't know exactly where you are my king but I know you're out there. Maybe half way across the world. Maybe right next door. Anywhere you are I want to be. I've never felt your skin against mine. Neither have you felt mine. Yet it's like we can feel each other. We've searched our whole lives for one another. I know I can't see you and I can't touch you or hear you but I know you're out there searching for me. It's as if you are asleep my love. While I'm here gazing at the stars. My sleeping king I suppose. Just as I am your sleeping queen. One day we'll both awaken and have each other's hand to hold. Keep each other safe and loved like I've always dreamed. I wish that I could see you, talk to you, feel you, touch you. I know I can't. I just want more than anything to be held by the one I'll love forever. One day my dreams will come true. We both shall awaken. Hopefully soon. Even if I have to wait my whole life for that moment. I will because I know you'll be waiting too. To my sleeping king somewhere out there in the world. Let us awaken one another at last and forever be one. I'm just sitting here at my window gazing at the stars.