Love and other feelings: a poetry anthology

My Darling Sleeps (The Writer's Curse)

A cold wind blows on my bare neck. I think about you and try to walk to my bed. With sleep in my eyes, I stagger towards my bed. Tired and filled with sleep, I crawl up to the bedpost and collapse on top of the covers. I haven't reached my pillow. I pulled my pillow, gripping tight the doona, and I slide my body into bed. It's been a long day. I've done all that I can during the day. Sleep and my thoughts of you swell in my brain like a beautiful dance. I shut my eyes and dream of you my darling. You're all I want. I pray that someday we will be together. Without you, my stories are nothing, they are pointless. All I ever think about is what it would be like if you were mine and mine alone, and how things would turn out in the future. I hope that one day you'll ask me out on a date, but that will never happen, unless you and I find some way to communicate, by any means possible, and finally talk and communicate alone without no one stopping us. All I can do is dream about you. My writing is meaningless without you in it.