Restless

I can’t sleep,

because my thoughts are consumed,

by the idea of me and you.

What we’ll do,

and where we’ll go.

A tale of two hearts,

who follow each other around the world.

Photograph me in white,

at sunset.

I’ll write for you,

at sunrise.

In the blackest ink-

about what I think,

in nights like these when I can’t sleep.