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Waking Up the Next Day
I wish I never had to sleep
so I could watch bad shows,
frolic on lawns unknown,
try anything that I haven’t tasted
before with you. I worry
about not having much time
to admire and understand
what different creatures
are like with you. I keep thinking
about how one hour talking
to you every evening doesn’t suffice.
I think about how unacceptable
it is that I sleep as much as I do.
I wish we could go on long drives
without remembering any obligations.
I wish we could wander aimlessly
in and out without making sure
to go to bed and get sufficient sleep
to do whatever we need to do the next day.
I miss you when you sleep.
I feel like you miss me when I sleep.
Our time awake together is tinged
with sadness near my bedtime
because I’ll be away from you.
Waking up the next day to see
you again somehow never feels
enough to me.
