In a tangle of bed sheets and comforter,
I laid in fitful disgust, waiting
Should sleep come, it would ease my mind.
Yet there is no rest when I cannot
Be where I most want to be.
Images of skin and smells rush back
Flooding my brain and my thoughts
Turn to you.
So distant from me, yet
In this ever-connected world,
I can see your face and it turns my heart.
It fools me into believing
That you are near, and I anticipate
The sleep that is reluctant to come;
The dreams in which
we can finally touch….