The lines in your ceiling
reminded me of ripples
in the ocean,
how they don’t seem to
end
or
begin.
They just flow
and you don’t ever see
the same one twice.

While the lights may be out,
I can still see your face
so clearly.
(I may very well remember
this moment
for as long as I live).
Just you and I,
sprawled together atop your
bedsheets,
drowsy but fighting to stay awake.

Even though my eyes are closed,
and my mind is half asleep,
I can still feel your face on my neck,
and I just know
that you’re smiling.