Insomnia

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.