At 2 am I see you racing within me. I wake up groggy switch on the monitor bring up your picture and see that my sleep (usually dreamless or visited by faithful nightmares) hasn't played tricks with my vapid imagination.

So now I sit here and slake my thrist on this instead of wet salty tears that mark my pillows.

It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet of kisses off her mouth and put them into a dawn-colored vase in my heart.

But the wait was worth it.

Because I was in love.

Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.