I am fast asleep, fully clothed, with the lights
on. My eyes open with my mouth ajar.
I would look dead if I didn't
**** and roll. Wrestling with me.
Struggling with my own mind
Sometimes I hold onto
a pillow because
I miss
sanity.

It was holding hands with you in the park.
Talking of dreams and goals over coffee, early.
Complaining of the cigarette smell and falling
asleep while on the phone. It
was making love two, three,
four times in a
row and smiling
It was
*Sanity.