the city sleeps
yet I cannot
I toss and turn
in the darkness of my room
counting sheep futile
the pain brutal
as I long to hold you once more
the door of my heart open
waiting for you
to catch that long train
to come home to me
I am losing all sense of reason
night’s arms will not envelope me
in her soft slumber…
and I wonder
Are you restless, too?

Copyright ©2008 Hannah Adrian Rogers