Sleep

Kristine Wagner

I have a lover and his name is Sleep.
Every day I wait for night to be back in his warm embrace
Doing homework I feel his breath on my neck
During class he attempts to seduce me.
The more I have of him
The better I feel.
Life has been pulling us apart,
I don’t know when we shall rendezvous again.
But I hold onto a hope that we can be together once more.