At night I find you in my thoughts.
No you manifest in my mind.
At night I find you in my imagination.
No full blown scenes of collaboration.
At night I find you in my heart.
Not in my chest.
Yet I live to the rhythm of your existence.
At night I see you.
Not in person.
Yet your images are burned into my visions of us.
At night I sleep with you.
No with the feeling of your body pressed against my own.
Casually replaced by empty space.
At night I am reminded of You.
Not by choice.
It’s just that at night is when I can fall asleep and love you even if only in my