Dear Sleep

Dear Sleep,

What you and I had was magic.

Now all we have left is defined as tragic.

I had dreams that fulfilled all my desires.

Now, I wake up even more tired.

The circles under my eyes run the deepest of blues.

And I stumble across my days without a clue.

You chose to leave me, so I was left to befriend insomnia.

Now I sit on my pillows and blankets eating lasagna.