awake at night,
i think of calling you,
talking to you,
sharing the thoughts and dreams
that only come when we're too tired
to make sense anymore,
when the outlandish seems plausible,
and what is seems passe and old.
but i know you're asleep,
dreaming your own dreams,
in a world all your own,
and to tear you from that place would be cruel.
so i sit up, alone in the night,
with only my thoughts for company.