There are things

that taste better

than strong black coffee

at 2 am, only I cant remember

what they are.

There are things

more wonderful than going

back to bed at 4 am,

but only slightly and when

I stretch out, head on my pillow,

coffee and Tylenol already taken,

my wife quietly breathing on one side

and our silly dog

curled up in her bed

on the floor next to me,

there might be places

I want to go,

and things I want to do,

but only after a nap.