I still sleep with a stuffed animal
I miss holding you in my arms every night, holding your hand with your head on my chest, making sure you felt safe until you drifted to sleep. And now, i can’t fall asleep without your arms around me, and the sound of your breathing to soothe me.
Fuck up your sleeping schedule with me so i know it’s real.
So you say to yourself oh son, you may be lost in more ways than one, but I have a feeling that it’s more fun than knowing exactly where you are.