In the Bunk Bed...

When all the frenzy's died down,
And I get some time alone,
I think of what life would have been,
If you hadn't left home.

There in the bunk bed with me,
I know you'd understand,
When the rest of the world refused,
You'd be there to hold my hand.

There in the bunk bed with me,
We would together decipher life,
And find the courage to face the world,
Together- in good, and times of strife.

There in the bunk bed with me,
I knew I'd be myself.
It's because I trust myself to be more honest with you,
Than even with my own self.

There in the bunk bed with me,
The beds were two- but soul one,
The sorrows divided, the joys multiplied,
Our race against life was won.

Everything was such a dream,
And we were stradling the highs...

...But destiny is a cruel thing,
And it willed otherwise.

Now, the distances separate us,
And the unfortunate circumstances,
But I pray you'll be there to help me match step again,
With life, in its many dances.

Until then I will miss...
Those late-night cathartic masterpieces,
Those numerous assuring smiles,
Those laughs, those tears- so unapologetic,
Those giggles that could be heard for miles...

The world is kinda blurry now,
I search for sense somewhere,
And at the end of every disillusioning day,
I find myself wishing you were there...

There in the bunk bed with me,
A mere thought apart,
I close my eyes, reach out to your bed,
And feel you in my heart.

The bed next to me may be empty,
But your presence in my life will never,
Because a lot of who I am today is because of you,
And that'll be true forever...