Hey, are you awake?
I wanted to know because
we've been sleeping here, together
and time seems to elude us both so quickly

Are you awake?
I'm wondering what we'll face tomorrow
because today seemed too good to be true
and tonight everything seems stacked against us

If you are then turn around
And we can strategize for our future
and dream without sleeping
because we lose time together once our eyes are closed

If you're asleep
then be blissfully unaware of my worries
and be happy for both of us
because I can't meet you where you are

Hey, are you awake?
sleep until tomorrow when I've calmed my mind
and when I wake, we can talk about everything
but for now, maybe it's best that we talk about nothing

I do not have an hourglass figure
But I do cast a shadow that stretches beyond
The shape of my hips

I do not have toned features
But I am stronger than what you can see
Under my skin

I do not have manicured nails
Because I dig with with my bare hands
And rip out the weeds and the lies I tell myself

That I am not attractive
Because I’m not the one defined that word
But I am the one who wants to change it

Is it possible to miss someone you’ve never met
Or is it just a yearning to know someone different

Someone who isn’t someone and no one that resembles them

Someone who looks at you for the purpose of seeing you
Instead of playing a game for which you never learned the rules

Someone who cares enough to try from time to time
And doesn’t make excuses as to why they make excuses

Someone who apologizes in a timely manner because they never needed to apologize

Someone who doesn’t miss out because they were too afraid of being happy

Someone who never grows tired of listening to you because they’re hearing what you’re saying
And they share just as much as you do

Someone who only exists in another place that seems impossible to find
And someone who is not
Someone else

I want to sleep
But your name won’t let me

For some reason, it keeps shouting
Over and over

And I’ve tried counting sheep
But they’ve started herding to form letters

I don’t doubt you can imagine
What they might spell

Nothing seems to help except giving in
And thinking about our house, and our life

We own the sheep, and I knit from their wool
And then I wake up

And the cycle continues
And I can never stay asleep long enough

To hear my name, finally
The way I like to hear you say it