Random Ramblings

I've seethed into your skin, like the lullabies mother used to sing to you. Every night when you wouldn't fall asleep.
I've become that which is vital to your existence but which you cannot embrace
With your arms wide open, as you'd want to.

Every night, when you turn and twist on your bed hitting your head against the harmless pillow, I know you miss mother.
I know you miss those quiet nights
When the only sound you would hear
Was the soothing lullaby she used to sing to you.
I know you miss me.