I wonder if you can’t sleep at night either. When you’re tossing and turning, reaching over for me in your slumber but waking up in a panic because I’m not there. I wonder if you look over to that empty space, the left side of the bed. It never belonged to me, but that’s where I laid to rest. I wonder what you feel in the morning light and if you yearn for a kiss to start your day. I wonder if we cross each other’s mind at the same time or maybe we’re just always missing each other on the way out.