The Gloom of the TV

In a dark, empty room

There is only

The gloom of the TV.

It is late,

But I write because

Sleep escapes me.

A happy memory and a

Half-filled thought,

Reminds me how

Your face would look,

Bathed in,

The gloom of the TV.

And if you heard me

Say these words,

Your eyebrows would arch,

And your lips curl,

I would melt,

And all would be right.