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.