Every now & then
I get a little tired
of sitting up in bed
frustrated
within my head
and the gift
of instant sleep
is absent
to me
so my chest heaves
and I breathe
more
clouded air into
my cracking lungs
and

Every now & then
I get a little tired
of going asleep alone
and uninspired
but my bones only
forget
there are things to be learned
within my own
eyelids
and not
between the punctured
dream
of someone
else's
lips

I'm tired.

Will I still
see you there?