Asleep

© Jeremy Trimble

Almost asleep, there's the buzz of thought—that night, a girl with long hair,

She gave me her email address, the personal one

Because we spent the night talking

Hours at a party

Like we were alone in Brian's apartment

As eddies of old friends and lovers circled around us

Chatting about movies, games, shows

We laughed and watched each other like English majors

Analyzing text

And she said I should read her stories,

Because she could've been interested

Until Jon wanted her back

So I slide back into sleep

Where I don't remember dreams