Waiting
I’m lying here
In my broken bed
That’s caving in
Under my nothingness
Waiting (not patiently)
For my pregnant brain
To quiet down
Waiting for the
Swishing sound
Between my ears
To finally cease
Waiting for your light snoring
To begin, so that mine
Can take over
Waiting in my broken bed
That’s caving in
Under my nothingness
But I’m not alone
You are there
On your side
Of the caved in bed
A million miles away
With your head
Facing north
And mine
Facing south
Opposite of you
What dreams do you see
Are they of me
I envy your sleep
But also pity you
Because this nocturnal poem
Won’t write itself
And I realize something too
Run on sentences
Even at 2:09 a.m.
Still makes me furious
But I’m too lazy
To change it now
And there are those
Who wouldn’t notice anyway
Or even care
Copyright © Courtney Hubbert | Year Posted 2024
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