Once again

Again he lay on his bed with his nightstand light on
Again wondering about what could have been but would never be
Again not wanting to stay awake but not keen on sleeping either
Again checking under his bed for dusted memories
Again wondering why his thoughts had a British accent
Again fighting with his sheets for peace and breathing space
Again writing stupid things
Again thinking thoughts he should not think at all
Again torturing himself minutes before dawn
Again, eager for the following night to arrive