Insomniac’s Dream
Waiting for your return is
the ticking of a clock
that is much too loud,
having to overhear
conversations of passersby,
it is the steady flow
of the traffic just outside of my window,
intrusive thoughts and their insistence.
Please return to me.
I need your arms to envelope me,
I need your whispers to tell me
of the worlds that only you create,
I long to be your slave once more.
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