sleepless

sometimes I can hear
her in the hallway,
late at night
walking the floors,
pacing, seeing if the dog
is okay.
sometimes she'll
come into my room
and kiss me,
say goodnight, say
see you in the morning.
while other times she'll
lie there in her
own room,
staring at the ceiling
until it whitens
with morning light,
wondering what true love
might be like.