All night we spoke.
She dealt with my spelling.
I babbled red flags,
yet she stayed.
Her picture displayed
on my screen, by her words,
gave me warmth,
gave me hope for today.
How could I deserve these
sweet dreams she’s bestowed?
I’ll accept them.
She’s made it all right.
Three hundred miles
now inches away:
Dearest Sarah,
You are with me tonight.
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