It’s 10 pm, you already fell asleep
It’s 12 am, and my mind cannot sleep
I tossed to left, I tossed to right
Still I cannot get myself right
On this cotton bed cover
I shed my tears, getting myself uncover
I know you do hear me sobbing
But your ears may have no opening
Here, in our bedroom, I am crying
But here, also in our bedroom, you remain deafening.
Bedroom, 24/6/2018
