There’s something about certain nights that seem to stretch endlessly, where sleep is elusive, and the mind refuses to quiet down. As I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to find comfort, the familiar restlessness sets in. Insomnia is an unwelcome visitor in my life, creeping in on certain days of the week as if on a schedule, robbing me of the rest I desperately need. Although we are on a holiday weekend, the insomnia comes calling at the least opportune time, when I have work in the morning.

Tonight is one of those nights. I can’t seem to find a comfortable position, no matter how many times I adjust the pillows or rearrange the blankets. My mind is racing, filled with thoughts of a woman who’s far from me right now. We’ll call her Blackbird, a nickname that suits her well, given her name and the way she seems to soar through my thoughts, even when she’s almost 2000 miles away.

In the quiet of the night, with sleep nowhere in sight, I found myself writing a poem. It’s a simple way to express what’s been running through my mind. The poem captures the longing, the missing, and the connection that remains strong, even in her absence. Blackbird is away on a trip, and last night, she struggled with sleep too, thanks to the time change. I can’t help but hope that tonight, sleep will find her and bring her the rest she needs.

As I lay here, waiting for sleep to finally come, I think about our shared moments, like our Wednesday nights at Venezia’s Restaurant. Those simple pleasures, the familiar routines, are what keep me going during these sleepless nights. Writing the poem helped ease some of the restlessness, giving my thoughts a place to land, even if sleep still feels far away.

Blackbird’s Call

Lying in bed, sleep far from my eyes,

I think of you, Blackbird, under distant skies.

The night is quiet, shadows softly fall,

But all I hear is your voice in a midnight call.

Blackbird whispers in the night’s embrace, Yet it’s your name that lights up the space.

I think of Teddy Bear, your little one’s grin, And our Wednesdays at Venezia’s, where we begin.

You’re far away, but close in my mind,

In every dark corner, it’s you I find.

We’re missing each other, hearts intertwined, Yet even in distance, our bond’s aligned.

I know last night, sleep wouldn’t stay,

The time change stole your rest away.

Blackbird, I hope tonight is kind,

And sleep finds you with peace in mind.

When you’re back, the world will be right, Until then, I’ll dream of our Wednesday night.

So here I lay, whispering your name,

Hoping soon, things will feel the same.