Lovesick Insomnia

The sun would fall but
my eyes would remain light and awake.
The stars are easy to count
on nights so clear and
I will have the time to count
each and every one of them.
This darkness will mean nothing
to me because it would
no longer have a hold on me.
Its grasp on my body would weaken
as I watched them all sleep.
My babies, my sweethearts.
No breath would be unfelt,
no dream unseen.
I would watch his eyes flutter
in response to subconscious
fears and anxieties.
I would brush the pads of my
fingertips along the base of his neck,
his lifeline.
He would miss all of this but not me.
If I never felt the necessity of sleep,
I would see everything.