My frail mind
             Keeps me awake this night
Unlike others
                        You fill my head to the brim
        With
Pale moonlight             and
                    A sip of wine cleanses
          My eagerness to see you
   My                       sense of direction clouded
                But my imagination
Only
                        Surrounds these thoughts
              At 5 am on a warm sunday morning
        Because
I                miss               you             so