Platonic

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

You can use me to grow
I don’t know, I don’t know