I always think I'm doing fine,

But I don't sleep,

And I don't eat right

Unless I've spent some time with 'you.'

Are you this way too?

Or maybe you do just fine anyway?

Or maybe now, while I'm eating and sleeping,

You're up too late, hungry,

Peeping your peepers out

Into the night

Trying to write poetry,

Waiting for the 'me' to wear off!

And when it does,

I'll be back to not being hungry,

Tossing fitfully

All through the night,

Telling the world that I'm

Alright, now,

Just like you.

-jenn