There are some nights where I barely sleep at all
I sit up in my sheets
Entwined in the heat
Listening intently to the chirps of birds
While they dream
And often, I wonder in the stillness
What an animal drowning in freedom
Has left to dream about?


And then there are some nights where I sleep for days
I lay very quiet in my sheets
Breathing in the heat
Dreaming up all the ways you left me for dead
While they danced
And often, I wonder in the stillness
What a person drowning in solitude
Has left to dream about?