talking about The Night

I should understand, that these sleepless nights someday will stop. These sudden awaken, couldn't get any proper sleep. These unproper sleep cause at some nights I still hold you in my hand, at some nights you still give me those kisses, or the other nights when you tell me everything's going fine because we have one another. Then I wake up, forced to understand The Universe who tells me that's only a dream. The next second I should accept the fact that this hole just getting bigger but something even stronger.

Gosh..

People keep asking me, "hey, where's he?"
Gosh, if only I could tell them: I want to know where is he, too.