Nights nights nights
The soft vibration of my phone on my pillow
Wakes me from a fitful sleep.
This is not the first time
This is not the last time
Time time time
Seconds between each text
Stretch on like hours
Getting bits of faltered sleep
in between each one.
A sleepy smile stretches across my face
Each text sharing a small piece of life
Becoming less and less coherent
As time moves forward
So slow
So fast
Every night
Like clockwork
That soft vibration
The light of the screen


and he's texting me again.