A love letter. Not a bad idea.

I’m up at 3 in the morning again. At the computer. Writing. My Italian true love turned on the lights a little while ago. Awakened me. And I like that. Gets me thinking. Because I’m conscious. Can’t help it. I think. Ideas. So I have a compulsion. To record. To write. My true love wants me to stay in bed. She pulls at my night shirt. Holds me back. ‘Stay with me,’ she pleads. That’s nice. It’s a possibility. But my instincts tell me, write. Get up for an hour or two. Think about life. And being in love. Maybe I can write a love letter. Not a bad idea. –Jim Broede