I can't sleep so I write.
My brain won't turn out the lights and pull down the shutters.
"Tonight," it decrees, "I am running non-stop."
Because I'm the one stoking it.
I'm thinking about you.
Where you are.
Who you're with.
If I dwell on this I will go mad. Move on, move on.
Did you laugh?
Did you dance?
You have the power to illuminated the room and it makes me smile.
Did you think of me?
In a quiet moment perhaps between conversations?
I hope you did. I think you probably did. I know you did.
You might say I'm losing my mind. But my mind isn't going anywhere.
It's right where I left it. Running non-stop.
And I can't sleep.
So I write.