Staying awake for You

Yesterday I drafted a letter
for you. Tough worded. But the lines
appeared futile.

I struggled and scripted
a sad poem, yet the rhymes
seemed taxing.

Fortunately - rather,
unfortunately, I never touch alcohol.
Listened to some

Bryan Adams stuff, fancied
for the neighborhood girl, yet your
tenderness wiped all away.

Your staring at your newfound
adoration (a nincompoop!),
burned my wits.

I stayed awake with a dream
narrating anecdotes and incidents,
you kept on smiling.