sleep, so illusive, seduces and beckons
promising renewal, providing escape
i want to succumb, but sleep gets away
my mind and soul, clinking and clanging
berating, regretting, conniving, reviving
sleep tries, but can’t get a word in edgewise
my sick husband sleeps, but just barely
coughing, coughing, he sniffles he hacks
grating and grinding, he whips me into wakeful snit
me ‘n my mac, clicking and coping
drowning out the sounds of husband and self
hello insomnia, my enemy, my friend
May your husband feel better and your sleep come soon.