Mushrooms, Splinters, and Thorns

Insomnia (His)

Insomnia (Not Mine but His)

3 AM, taps…bladder duty!
I wake up to find the spot
next to me, empty,
bed covers tossed aside.
I wonder what dragged my lion
out of the dream jungle.
Was it a yen for a mouthful of gin?
I capture you in the next room, watching
TV with sound off, captions on.
It used to be, when we were both awake,
we'd dedicate the night into
stashing away kisses
to give us wings to a paradise aflame.
Nowadays, the question is:
Are you okay, or is this
your normal weirdness?