when you were here, I always said, “if you get hungry, wake me up”, but you never would, you’d rather lie there hungry, than wake me from my sleep. So I set an alarm in secret, for two o’clock every night. I’d wake up just to check on you, then sit beside you for a while, until I know you were alright. Now I don’t need an alarm. At two o’clock, I still wake up. But the room is quiet now, so quiet there’s nothing left to hear except the sound of my own heart missing you
