The end of a busy day,
The lights go out and I slip into bed.
After fidgeting with the covers and getting comfortable,
I look your way and whisper, “good night.”
A moment I sit, patiently, quietly,
Waiting for a sound, a response.
My eyes strain in the dark
Looking for you, hoping to hear.
No whisper in return,
No soft kiss ending our day together.
Our days have ended
In loneliness I turn,
Looking out the window I see stars and moon.
God, You are great, and You span both existences,
Only You see both her and I.
Please, for me, will You tell her good night?