3:00 am
She hasn't been to sleep.
Her thoughts were running
too fast for her to keep pace,
nothing she did would keep them still.
She thought of him,
of his smile and his laugh.
She wondered if he was awake
and if he was thinking of her, too.
Or maybe he was sleeping,
and maybe he was dreaming of her
like she dreamt of him
night after night.
Or maybe he had moved on.
Maybe his dreams were of someone else.
Maybe he didn't think of her at all anymore.
The clock ticked on, and there was still no sleep.
It was that last thought that kept her awake.
