you killed my flower

29. Insomnia

For a long time

I tossed and turned in my sleep,

unable to find peaceful slumber.

Thoughts of you

wrecked my overwhelmed mind.

And part of it contemplated:

"I wonder if he's awake

thinking of me,

too."

But now that I look into your eyes,

then watch you look away...

I know insomnia never claimed you

because of me.