I think of you,
and of the sleep I am not getting,
the dreams that will not come.
I blink against the darkness,
at the dim outlines of windows,
the rounded shapes of furniture.

In slow even breaths,
I take the night air into my lungs.

It is nearing dawn,
and I am far from sleep.
The birds are singing,
the sky lightening,
the sun rising.

And I am losing sleep
and missing you.