I will wish

May I borrow a pen,
Like a smoker bums a light?
Illuminate my face,
Not unlike the twilight.
And, why in heaven’s name
Do I only enjoy to write at night?
Hell if I know, it’s 4:30 am.
Scribbling or tapping,
Runes transcribed into
0’s and 1’s and,
You won’t even notice.
Cuz for you
The day is quite done.

I’d trade this pen
For a share of the twin’s blanket.
And you always had a knack
For committing things to memory.
So please be my scribe and my muse.
And I’ll reminisce on the way your hair glows
In the monitor light.


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