how i shooed away my sleep forever

every wednesday
i would travel a thousand kilometer
in a rickety bus
to listen to her
complain about
her dreams
her friends
her job
her everything

she would always ask me
if i was sleepy
and i would always answer no
though my eyelids weighed heavily
in dew drop laden sleep
the mushy cutie sleep
the soft walking sleep
the lovely fragile sleep
the envious little sleep