It brings along emptiness and loneliness.
I tuck myself in early,
To try and sleep away the darkness.
With moist eyes,
I finally succumb to the melatonin at work –
Only to face the terrors of a restless mind in sleep.
I gasp awake at the wrenching of my heart that shoots through my being,
And find myself back at square one…
Longing, and counting sheep.