Late, in the hours I should be well asleep I designate time to resort my thoughts to only you. I lay in bed and close my eyes listening to every song that whispers something of your name and picture all that has been and all that has yet to be. Sensations of cool heat flush through me and my mind races as I sink lower than this mattress would ever allow into the abysmal safe haven that is the knowledge that you could ever exist. When the world is asleep and my eyes see only what my imagination lets them in the dark I designate this time for thoughts of you, and every night I fall deeper than should be possible in love with you.
