Do You Think I Think You Think I Sleep?

I pressed my fingertips to my lips, tonight,
Your world two hours deeper...

And touched your worried brow.
You thought, I thought you sleep.

Did you feel it?

I sent it on the silent lightning,
That woke me from my own sleep.
My world two hours darker.

I have not felt the touch of you...
Your hands pressing where my thumb
becomes my hand,
in circles,
healing where the pain comes from.

Do you think I think you think I sleep?

And do you?

Your world two hours newer...

Or is it mine?