love letter

Dark and too cold by myself in your living room. I liked it better when you rested behind me, teasing my back, so soft and comforting.
I continue to sit in here in the too-dark, staring at this silly shiny, too-much-white screen while I know you lie (hoping sleepful wishes) in the warmth of the bed covers, waiting for me in dreams and cool drafts.
More than anything -I blink- feel myself curled within you, warm by you, awake without you, cozy, sleeping next to you.
All we seem to have energy left for is sleep, eyes listless, mouths yawning in unison, so tired and worn and stressed. Missing hope and laugher (except for those few moments- I found it there tonight when you danced under the streetlight! that unmistakable beautiful grin). Last night you found me. Pulled at me, wrenched me free and for that I am awed by you.
I swear to you this moment- we will be here for each other, and never think that I could become too tired to love you. You are my friend and I adore you all ways.
I want to be with you…now
gone