Ever been home-sick?
Well, I've been ever so, heart rending days-gone-by blue.
I fret at night instead of sleep. I ache with lonesome these nights. Dreams just remind me of my faults and failures. If they only had a pill to stop them, I'd be happy. So I stay awake as much as I can until bed wins. When all I'm able to notice is how the sheets feel good between my toes and I'm too tired to think for too long.
Tonight... I'm lamenting over what's been missing from my life, the way people were, how I was, that sort of thing. I miss my dearest friend and the times we had together. I miss how things were between my beau and me. I miss how I thought about myself.
All while good people are asleep and dreaming.