It`s 5:00 am can`t sleep.

I am up, I am up, I am up, two hours of sleep and it was not easy, even with all the morphine! I could ever want, I could have it(comfort is my right). I still can`t sleep, more than a couple of hours after waking, crying. I`ve gone to all the windows and looked at the city from very high above the twinkling, tiny lights and deserted street corners. Some lights out there, in others windows, tell me I am not alone. Someone, tell me. In the highrises across from me and in the distance, I can see you, in your window and may be your looking back at me, are you? I stand in my windows and watch sunrises, the first papers being delivered, our morning reads and the white bakers trucks with our bread. All the air is cold, cleared from above and left along the riverbanks frosted edge. The fogs creeping up out of the water, growing up it boasts, reaching the little houses along the green alleys. Please, Oh Lord, take in your arms everyone sent to you on September 11, forgive us if we fail, show our love if we have not found Jesus, Amen.