davia

I want to
stay
awake.
Recounting
hour
by
hour.
Our goodbye
kiss.

A
one-woman
vigil,
lit
by laptop
glow.
My fingers
fumbling for keys,
to make
words.
to make
sense.
to make
love.

Tomorrow children
want
to tell
secrets
and
hear
stories
like those
I
once read
to you.

And so
tonight,
through
fits
of restlessness
I.
will.
sleep.
perchance to dream
...and if I dream,
I pray
I catch
a glimpse of you.

Wink
if you
recognize
me.