I sit with the night
There’s nobody here
Imagine you writing
In the fresh morning air
I sit with the sound
Of the waves washing sand
Imagine the flow
Of the pen in your hand
I sit with the warmth
My body at rest
Imagine the sparkle
As you smile and jest
I sit with these feelings
Thinking of you
You surely are sleeping
As I should be too
Goodnight
[19 January 2020]
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