Even when it’s two thirty a.m. I’m thinking of you.
I stay awake at night.
I don’t have to fight
Sleep because I know it will come
My mind is thinking infinitely
It spins tales of elopement
Or something simple like drawing figures on the pavement
With each other.
I would never
Spend a day with another
But you if given the chance.
Your long, dark, curly hair, your smiling dark eyes…
Oh how I wish he were my prize.
So, as slumber finally takes me
I am excited for the dreams that await me
Because alas, they will always be about you.