Another sleepless night
I count numbers and sheep in my head
but everything brings me back to you
and the smell of your perfume
you hang like a shadow
the star of every picture
in the projector of my
broken mind
everything is fine
and the world rests its weary eyes
while I pray
that you are alone tonight
Bryan Alexander
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-away-to-college/
