Insomniac

Rolled, rolled
Face buried on the pillow
Rolled, rolled
Stared at the ceiling
‘Couldn’t help thinking
Wondered
If she also
Thought about you
Waited and waited
Peeked
Through the blanket
That covered
Your whole head
Hoping
For that blinking
Green light
That you always hold on your hand
Nonetheless
She doesn’t feel the same
Like you do.