The clock,
ingrained in my mind,
has seared itself onto your seat.
I have gazed at it
these past two hours
as I have tried in vain
to fall asleep
Those red numbers
have bored their way
through the humors of my eyes;
abused their welcome,
befriended my rods.
Originally a reflexive cerebral action,
the mere mention of you
now refuses to submit
to the normal processes
of my thoughts.
Instead, I am vegetative;
thoughts with runners.
What was an idle musing
now pervades my mind,
recalling and re-presenting
the recent past,
requesting review.
So I shall allow
the clock and my eyes
their midnight rendezvous.
For now I shall peruse
the library of our past
to pass the time
and quench my thirst;
I’ll spend a while
reminiscing and reliving.
I had gifted you my dreams
but you took my sleep instead.