2 a.m.
and i think of how many breaths
your lungs have taken and
i think about your eyelashes and
how they rest against your cheeks.
2 a.m.
and i'm stuck in my ways
of seeing your smile
bright as the sun
beneath my eyelids.
2 a.m.
and where i should be sleeping
but i pass the time,
thinking of you
a bit too much
so i dream
about
you.