relocation all around. I am not settled anywhere. flitting back and forth between it all, and I am missing you more than I let on. it's late and I am tired, and the bed where we sleep is half empty. call tonight when I am sleeping. nudge my dreams in your direction. southward, over the pacific, to where you sit on balconies above bright yellow birds and fruit hawkers. show me what you see there. pull me along into the day that's nearly through so far eastward. I will be sleeping and my arms will be outstretched.