Sleeping With The TV On

Sleeping with the TV On
© T Robertson July 2011

Coffee’s cold
Light’s still on
Can’t believe you’re not coming home
Wearing lonely like your favourite shirt
Tied around me, healing my hurt
My mind is full of words I should have said
I’m not ready for my thoughts to be read

I’m sleepin’ with the TV on
Makin’ believe that I’m not alone
White noise rocks me off to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Morning comin’ it won’t be too long
I’m sleepin’ with the TV on

Today’s the same
As yesterday
Hoping one day I can the page
I hear you speaking, whispering near
I feel you breathing, I know you’re here
Your voice is telling me I should forget
My heart’s not at that place of healing yet