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Insomnia

I can’t sleep. I hear cars on the wet highway.
Life doesn’t stop when your eyes are closed.
You are next to me. We are lying sideways,
With our legs and our destinies intercrossed.

I wonder if this is what love does for others,
If questioning love is an act of love on its own.
Is this why your hand gropes under the covers,
For my arm, to make certain you aren’t alone?