Insomnia

Nights like these, when sleep deludes meI close my eyes and think about youOf the way you had fit in snugly in my armsThe mole just below your collar bone The scar on your left eyebrow left behind by a bout of chicken pox while you were still a childThe way you love your coffee scalding hotThose cute little snores you make while you lie on your backThe ticklish spot on the side of your bellyOf the imperfect completeness that you were to meAnd I can't help but wonder whether he notices all this about you today...