Dear Sleep,

I haven't seen you since
that night in September.
(when I started to slip away.)

The twinkling lights at midnight
remind me of the good
times we've had
together, before I became
their acquaintance.

At first I didn't miss you.
I was a (wounded) bird
broken free
from its cage,
ascending in wild flight
to the clouds.

Now I'm in the clouds,
and it's misty and
I can't see.
I am starting to see

I am lost
without you. I'm lonely.
I have nobody to keep me company
at night.

And I just want to say
I'm sorry.

I will give up _ .
I will grow my feathers back.
I promise.

Please, come back...?

Yours
missing you,

                                me.