A story that is older than my memories

It's 2:33,
you're probably fast asleep
on your own bed,
miles away from here.

But inside me you're awake,
beneath the moonless sky
and stars far away
are my thoughts of you,
sweet, dreamy and blissful.

As I shuffle on my bed
and close my eyes,
I imagine you lying right beside.
And I think of all the nights
that I missed you.

But not tonight.
Tonight, you're in my heart.


(v.a.)