I envy the sheets that wrap and twist around you.
I envy the pillow where you rest your head.
I envy the floorboards to which you whisper your sleeping secrets
and that catch your seldom tears.
I envy the night sky giving you the option to wish:
I know it’s not me you’re wishing for.
I envy the mattress supporting your weight
forming around the canyons on your back
and the mountains down your spine.
I can’t help but envy all these things.
I envy them every night.