I hang up and smile.

Your final, "Goodnight, Angel,"
 still echoes in my head.

I am tempted to call you back
 to say one more "I miss you."

Instead I turn out the lights
 and crawl under the covers.

Fantasies take over 
 as I drift to sleep.

I imagine what it will be like
 next time we can be together.

I am still smiling as sleep
 finally over comes.