The Cold Bed

My bed is cold ; a reminder of
the lonliness awaiting some.
Lying here - tired - im waiting
for the peace of sleep to come
To me you're an angel
haunting dreams, including mine.
Where you stay
to feed me memories, like sweet treats
and on a constant replay.
It makes me want you more than ever
but i cannot have you yet.
For I am alone in a cold bed
that wont let me forget.