The city sleeps
but I a vigil keep.
Alone in silence
I wait
For your return.
Should I chance to doze,
I awaken startled
from my slumber
by fictitious knocking
or the phantom ring
of a telephone.
Insomnia I welcome,
For I must
be there awake
to greet your return.
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