Ever Elusive

For a time its easy
days and weeks of simple sleep
a stretch so long
I almost forget the old foe
waiting in the bedroom gloom
our protracted armistice
lulled me into complacency.

But the night comes
as inevitable as breakfast or bathroom breaks
when Morpheus is no where to be found
I lie awake
and toss and turn
and see the ones I've wronged
in the shadowed corners and late night fog.
All, at this point, rote- but haunting still.

And as the passing minutes turn to hours
and I calculate my dwindling slumber
I realize in some small way I've missed it
like heartache which lingers so long it becomes
companionable.
I missed my old friend
Insomnia
because it was with me for so long
and because
it was mine.