72 minutes –
Spent thinking of you
Instead of sleeping.
72 minutes –
A script-writer!
Writing a new scene
For every whim.

I told you it's the not-knowing
That kills me,
But it's also the not-knowing
That keeps me here –
On the edge of my seat.

72 minutes –
Of tangling and untangling
These listless limbs in
Heavy linens
I imagine the spaces
You might occupy

I close my eyes –
Not to sleep, but to dream
Dream awake!
I dream of you, and that night
That night abandoned –
Abruptly
Undone, unsaid, unknown

72 minutes –
A script-writer!
The not-knowing is killing me
You're here in my head
Still I'd rather you here –
In my bed

On the edge of my seat
Dying, and not-knowing
I wonder,
Will you have me?