Every night as I sleep near you,
Your back is turned to me;
And through this journey of my pain –
Your back is all I see.

It’s like a time worn barricade
Of distance and no relief,
Quietly, in the dark, I type
And deal alone with grief.

Somewhere in your heart, you must know:
I’ve no one left but you;
But each night, a turning-away
Is all I get from you.