our hearts travel through airwaves

i fall asleep at night
with my face basking
in the soft light
with a message unfinished, but you know what I was asking

"do you love me yet"
after all of this time?
"my dear, do not fret
i love you more than i have loved another, you're sublime"

i awake in a cold sweat
and remember your response
but when i look down, my heart is beset
as my message is still unsent, i just had dreamed of a lover's renaissance