she’s not feeling well

she says

and I suppose
that’s true

so she sleeps in my bed
working out whatever needs
to be worked out

I sit,
and write,
like I
always tend
to do

why though?

I wonder

but never mind,
you don’t know
do you?

neither does anyone
else, don’t worry

I’m working on it

working out the big why’s

life, love, literature

we don’t know why
but that’s never stopped
us

she wakes up, says
good morning

I greet her similarly

I’ll get back to you
when I have any answers,
old friend

I need some sleep
myself