Sometimes when I wake in the night and can't fall back to sleep I lay with my ear close to your back, following your breath.  I listen to your heart's lub-dubbing lullaby and try to let it lull me back into slumber's gentle embrace.

I'm always amazed when I hear your heart beat.  Not because it's beating, although I'm suitably impressed with the human body and it's perfect imperfections, but because I think that I can hear it saying my name....'Ka-ren, Ka-ren, Ka-ren'....

Ah, but that my desires were realities.  If that were the case we wouldn't be living in this house, or even in this state.  No, your heart saying my name is just a fanciful idea that I've come up with to placate myself with when I'm tired and can't sleep; I know that your heart does not speak my name.

But you should know that mine speaks yours.