I don't fall asleep.

I dive into the darkness
only when my tension snaps,
and my mind plummets
uncontrollably down.












And the warped images
that plague my mind
are half-remembered
as slits of sunlight bleed down.












And you form, blurry and soft,
in bed beside me; asking
if I had any good dreams-
I don’t mean to lie when I say:












I don't remember.