Sleep is not so foreign a being that i do not know its gentle lull
My eyelids feel heavy as i count the stars glued to my ceiling
My mind cycles through the thoughts of the day
And the feeling of your hand in mine
We talk late into the night
About things that may not matter in the morning
We tell jokes and stories
And share memories of when we were young.
Thank you for keeping me company on this dark night.
I love you.