Why am I tired
up until my head hits the bed?
I stumble through the day
waiting for the moment which I lay
and then when it occurs
my mind cannot be curbed
racing through scenarios that won't happen
with people I'll never meet

But every now and then
I think of you
and this is what I don't understand
I roll over again and again
mulling over
our future we have planned
and at that moment it becomes impossible to sleep
so I grab your picture from my nightstand

                                          and quietly begin to weep