Our Bed

Our bed is not the same, I cannot fall asleep.
When you're lying somewhere else, miles away.
I worry over whether they gave you enough to eat.

It doesn't scare me so much that someone will hurt you,
As much as it does that you'll hurt someone defending yourself,
And then more charges, more time away from us, too.

If it weren't for responsibility, I wish I could be in the next cell.
I would truly suffer malnourished, sleepless nights,
The only consolation being your voice in the county hell.

Until you are home and safe in our trying home,
Remember that I can find solace in no other.
Would it were, no love could ever even be known.