Headlights

You can't sleep, restless
So you watch the shadows
From the swiftly passing cars
Headlights, dance on the walls
Like dilapidated shadow puppets
Mind playing over and over
Years of being barely a footnote
Of desperately trying to claw
Your way to some semblance
Of not being alone, of being wanted
But each quick shadow fading
Leaving more darkness
And the abject desire for sleep
Dreamless and blissful