Memories of Ulysses

Will I sleep tonight or wait
until the sky becomes a wash
of pink and blue

looking at the pictures
that I have of you,

singing in my head
with The Cure as if I had
seen snow fall before,

remembering what it feels
to have my palm wrapped
around in yours?

I will sleep tonight;

because I want to be awake
by the time you open your eyes,
and say "good morning"
in the afternoon.