I am sitting cross-legged on an old pillow
In the dark, the
Sound of rain loud from my computer speakers.
My eyes are closed, my
Heart beating for want of touch. My bare back lay
Against the cool wall. We
Watch LOST together in that room with the nooks, Where my king-sized
Bed took up the entire room and we drank too Much. These
Lungs fill with mostly nitrogen and exhale every
Last kiss before bedtime. You
Found your path eventually; I lost mine in the reeds.
The rain stops, halted
By technology. And I sleep slightly better.