Sleep isn’t my friend anymore,
It's not welcomed with a big smile and hug.
It doesn’t even knock on the door half of the time,
Sometimes I force that ***** to come in.
Sleep likes to welcome everyone to the party;
Dreams.
They are not asked for.
Memories of your face and how it felt to be next to you.
Sleep comes and goes just like the past.
It does as it pleases.
One minute there, the next gone.