Goodnights unsaid/unheard

Night is so lonely
With the stars so out of sight
The moon is solemn cold and shut
Like one half blinking eye
The blanket holds no heat,
The bed feels twice its size
But worst of all, the silence
As you hold the sleep at bay,
Fiddling and fidgetting the nightmares and dreams away,
Sheep procrastinating besides the fence,
Hiding away in bedtime pages,
From the moment where you would finally
decide
To close
Your eyes.
Knowing full well that when you do
Your lips
Will open your mouth
And before you can stop that feeling blue
That remembers its time to say goodnight -
That you cant shake off even though you know
Theres nobody here to say goodnight to.