I lie awake with the night's tranquil motive soothing me.

Usually my brain over thinks as a computer would over heat.

Tonight I lie and think of you.

It's so difficult to be so far away, and I wish there were a less cliche way to word that - but unfortunately, my mind isn't capable.

Your features and phrases are beginning to blur and slip from my lonely mind.

Your lips and the trace of your spine are beginning to dissolve from my weary eyes.

Oh who am I kidding,

We aren't in love.

You don't even know I am writing this.

We are friends.

And so I'll resume my dreaming, maybe I'll see you then.