Long Nights

This is the part I hate. I know that I have work to do, and so do you. I know that you love your personal space, and I have mine. I know you value yours, and I disregard mine. I know. I still sit up, knowing you’re sleeping, clicking away on keys, periodically glancing over, reminding myself that I’ll see you soon enough. But soon enough’s not now, and the world could end tonight. If it were to, know that I’d spend eternity searching for you in whatever’s on the other side of this place. Endlessly looking for the heart I long for.