Some nights I sit here numb, my fingertips on the keyboard, tapping
frozen words onto a virtual piece of paper.
I am clear about many things but I am unclear, too, about other things.
It’s all too much work to figure and nothing about it is warm.
So, I sit back and imagine a moment when you are under the covers
next to me and you get onto your side and rest your head on my
shoulder.
You sigh and I feel as if all of the unknowns have been poured into
the empty spaces of misunderstanding
and I am certain that I don’t ever need to know any more
than I know when you make the approach and settle so peacefully beside me.
All we need then is to close our eyes and
see each other in our dreams.