I know you can't hear me

I fell asleep
Tears dampening my pillow
Whispering God, I love you
Before turning over
I know you can't hear me
But I hope that over the miles
There's a tingle on the back of your neck
As if I'd said it into your nape
A gentle tug at your waist
As if I'd laid my arm across you and squeezed
I hope you sleep well tonight
That something comforts you against the dark
It envelops us both
Our only commonality