I sleep in my bed,
Where the side of yours remains bare,
the fierce movements in my mind,
letting my heart rewind,
Where you and I bind,
wishing you were here, as all mine,
but this terrible time,
has its own rhyme,
in which we are performing a mime,
I wish i could attempt a crime,
for breaking fetters of time,
and
to tie myself, where you are whole mine.