On the Brink

Tale of a unending sleepless night. I turn around to see if she is awake, or when she is asleep - is she facing me? Nope... I count hear her sharp breathing... does it sound like my name? Nope... I hope she somehow knows i was awake the whole night just thinking that even if once she had run her fingers in my hair i would have been busy whole night dreaming about her. now i lie awake in my bed to pass one more unending sleepless night and i can't help but think that how- we are sleeping just a few feet away we are still a million light years apart. she will not even know in the morning when she walks past me that how i feel as she does not even see if i was awake or asleep. thinking about her is not good for me more i think about her more my thoughts take me away from her now i am almost at the brink of my bed too if i am pushed more it won't be too long that -i shall fall -i shall fail -and i shall fall apart as well