the alarm clock glows 2:17 am
half asleep i run my hands over the warmth of my bed,
the softness like your skin
and aloud i speak to you so far away, half asleep and
believing my enveloping blankets are the loving cradle
of your arms
i think that i hear your heartbeat but only mine and i
feel my eyes squeeze shut painfully as i become aware
only these hours i am away can pull past so slowly
the sluggish flow of a sleepy creek over river rocks
the time is dripping oh so slowly
until i can see your face