At night I find you in my thoughts.

Not sexual.

No you manifest in my mind.

At night I find you in my imagination.

Not fantasies.

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.

Not intimate.

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