It’s a million miles across this empty bed
I’m lying awake at night pretending you instead
I don’t know where you sleep
Don’t even know where you stand
You keep changing colors
This shape is solid, regular
It’s platonic, a form
You can look at it from any angle
But it will look just the same as before
You are so close to me know
I can reach out and touch your hair
But the glowing flower between us
Keeps changing colors