Over and over and over again.

I thought I was okay.
But when I woke this time,
There was nothing to take me back to sleep.


There are nights when I'd suddenly miss the nightly rituals on the phone that would put us to sleep. Some days I wondered if all we had was just a temporal spatial dream, and then you walked out of it, and I have yet to leave. Or maybe you were never there.

But thank you, M. For everything else.