Putting Things in Order

Closing my eyes to sleep

Trying to connect every little thing I see

Even in the dark, images come to life

Playing the role of a god

Just for a minute to decide

Which story I want to play

To accompany me throughout the night

Sunrise and sunset, I seldom see

Mother, father, a family

Letters, cards, poems not written

Hoping to have courage the next day

30 seconds remaining

Tossing and turning

I want to see your face, his face, our faces

Because I know I can't remember my dreams

So, it's okay to take a random piece of memory

That's what I tell myself every evening

Waiting, creating, connecting