I park my car.
The lights of the bay below me are so bright.
I know who I want to hold.
I stare a moment more,
Mapping the homes of my content friends.
I climb the steps to my home.
Then the steps to my room.
I sit by the light of the computer and the candle and try to
forget.
I lay in my bed.
I long.
I know who I want to hold.
I sleep.
Another day of routine begins.
Another day in that valley.
Another night in which I'll stare out alone at my wondrous
view.
Stare out and hope.
I know who I want to hold.