I remember the enemy,
Even though its been many months.

There was no counting sheep
Or melatonin solution strong enough
To push aside this demon.

I had forgotten the late nights packed full of
Nothing.

The return felt like a well-worn glove,
Warm, and snug as it stretched onto smooth hands,
Never worse for wear despite missing sleep.

How did I best you before and
How can I defeat you now?

Time tells all stories,
Even when it slows to its post-midnight crawl.

Wide-eyed and finished I
Await another long dawn.