Would you come back?

Why would you come back?

I have nothing in my pockets
but the spark that makes
my hands go up in smoke
when I let my fingers fly on
this virtual, soft keyboard.

I have no-one beside me
except a mug of steaming coffee
that I'm sure you will never need
as you are constantly awake.

I haven't seen you sleep
nor have I heard you purr like all the others
that have come and gone from this corner
where I sit and stand and walk in circles,

waiting for the Sun to rise.