I’m imagining

Myself in love once again.

Wouldn’t that be great?

.

Sleep has become scarce

I savor when I have it

And dread when I don’t

.

I know my body

Throws protests against my mind

When I think this way

.

Would lying in bed

Be nicer if you were here

Tightly in my arms?

.

I doubt he loves me

But what if he really does?

What will my heart do?

.

Constantly seeing

Your image everywhere,

Does that count as love?

.

I would let my bed

Absorb my body fully

In exchange for rest.

.

“Drink water, it’s good”

But now I feel terrible

My body rejects it.

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Sleep, love, and water

My mind has them on repeat

Hindering my rest.