Rushing the Night

Counting the hours that separate us,

when you are silently sleeping so far from home

Thinking about the long stretch of time

that I won't hear from you,

These are the loneliest hours for me
I count these hours as though I were measuring distance on a map

I count the hours until the shadows grow long on my day

And early morning comes to awaken you
Rushing the night until the time comes for me
to hear from you once again.