You leave me alone
every night in a trail of dreams.
In fine threads, that get tangled
with my sleep and keep me awake
throughout the night.
I lie in the darkness
and silently call your name
in a last ditch attempt
to reach you across the dark space.
Half asleep, in a semi-conscious state
drooping somewhere between
the heights of ecstasy
and the depths of frustration,
I sink into an oblivion,
a sort of suspended disbelief
with my senses awake, waiting for you.
But you don’t, and will never come,
I realize my folly staring around me.
But by then I have already lost my sleep
and you have come back again,
perhaps to wake me up.