Go to Bed?

A tired you,
a tired me,
words strewn across
the bed of our Emotions

Changed every noon
fresh every evening
crumpled the next dawn,
the white sheets of Hope

Here now, gone again,
flitting conversations, varied experiences
Softened, over time,
the pillows of Companionship

Short and sweet
Long and hollow
Still there, every day,
the elixir of Sleep