Goodnight #1

Tom Waits. It's late. It's cold outside. Almost December.

You're not here. I'm not there. A disappointment made a joy of by impermanence. I miss you gently when it's only for a night.

You're awake on the other side of town. Thinkin of me a little in-between whatever you're watchin.

I will never know the exquisite melancholy or the screaming regret of loving you from far away. This is just far enough.

See you tomorrow night, baby. Goodnight.