Ode to insomnia

This is our thing

I'm here

Wishing you away

You're as mysterious 

As always

Playing with me

Popping up 

Just when I think we are done

You tempt me

Then vanish

Tonight feels

Different

Somehow

I'm not sure

If I even care anymore

Your appearance 

Will be short

After you leave

Which will be soon

I will be a bit grumpy

But I'll survive

If you pop up again

I will pray

Or read 

Or play

I'm finally over you

So sleep 

No sleep

Tomorrow will be fine