It’s late over there, are you sleeping?
I keep looking- darling I keep
searching for you everywhere. Hours
have passed yet I am wide awake.
The only time I know you’re real is
when sleep starts catching up to me;
that’s when I feel you. I can sense your
movement; white petals closing up
in the moonlight, butterfly wings
fluttering off the edge of your fingertips.
I never envied time as much as I do now,
with sleep burdening me, if it doesn’t exist
why do I miss you all the time?
Éloa 
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