All she is, is color
brightening up the screen.
A voice,
Or words written on the monitor.

She is time
ticking away
As I count the sheep.
My eyes are heavy,
I cannot shut them.
For now she is a close memory.


Every time I see her,
my heart stops.
My finger tips moisten,
My hands turn clammy.
It feels like a dagger is digging
at my nerves.
It plunges right into my heart.

I feel tears that I do not show.
All I can do is smile,
As I know some day I will see her
again.