i lay here in bed
and think about how it would feel
to have you here next to me,
to have your hand enclosed in mine and
feeling the soft pulse that
resonates through the soft skin
of your fingertips.
all i see are the gentle hues of the
sun against the dimming sky,
and i think about how
insignificant it probably seems
in comparison to the
galaxies that form and  
radiate in your eyes, for
the descending sun is
merely a speck in the
solar systems that inhabit your
heart, mind, eyes, and soul.