Diary Of An Insomniac

For Ryan
Sleeplessness was never a problem;
Nighttime, I was never alone.
At 4 am, I'd hear your breathing
From the other line of the phone.
Heartbreak was never an issue,
Now my mind can never rest
Because I hardly hear a word from you;
I get two messages at best.
I never questioned my feelings before,
Now I don't think I'll ever be sane.
I would walk until my two feet bleed
Just to hear you say my name.
But instead we sit here silently,
Counting the passing days.
I've begun to worry that if we talk,
I won't have a word to say.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another poem for Ryan, which I've just written now, at 4 in the morning, when I have school in about 3 hours.

he's on my mind too often to sleep.

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