thoughts.
whizzing through my mind like cars on a freeway.
honking their obnoxious horns and causing traffic jams.
making the peace of sleep impossible to reach.
a slow hour turns to several.
my eyes have adjusted to night.
like an owl, i gaze through the black and gray.
clothes dangle from their hangers.
shoes lay in a heap at the foot of the bed.
the sound of the fan blowing a soft breeze.
my love lays still, dreaming next to me.
familiarity brings its sweet comfort.
my eyes can see clearly.
wishing my thoughts could follow.
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