Sleep is a fickle thing.
It’s needed every day, but not necessary.
I remember a day not so long ago when I had slept more soundly than recent months.
It wasn’t for many hours.
A time made perfectly for us.
There hours it took.
Next to you. Forces colliding. Seamless.
Lies, deceit, love & lust.
Feelings I thought mutual; later learned unrequited.
I can’t help but think, we’d do it all over again.
Despite my best efforts, I can’t shake you.