My last thoughts before bed are always of you.
Under the covers, hugging pillows, imagining, as I imagine you do.
Hoping my thoughts flow smoothly into dreams,
but when I wake up, I dream of nothing it seems.
That is of course when I do fall asleep.
Most of the time I lay watchful like a guard dog earning his keep.
So if I can't keep it cool, I'll keep it true,
dreaming you imagine me, the way I imagine you.