insomnia will make you watch
when a man loves a woman
until 2am
and ball your eyes out at the part when he says:
”when my wife hurts, i want to ask her: what’s the matter, baby?”
and when you wake in the morning
(were you ever really sleeping?)
and look at yourself in the mirror
through those tiny slits in those big puffy eyes
you wish he was there to ask you “what’s the matter, baby?”
but he’s not
