Memories of Insomnia

Last night rolling over in my bed with drooping eyes and racing mind I boarded a train of random thoughts. Only to find millions of flashes that I couldn't get hold of. Memories, conversations, moments, my mind was flooded, I couldn't remember a thing. So I walked up to my window and took a sip from my water bottle that felt frozen for a second, yet dissipated warmth of comfort. Then my mind ruffled a bit and the flashes began again like glimpses of trees running outside the window of that train of young years, wasted or spent. Ah! This time I caught one bubble it burst right into my face and popped up a random memory of another night when I was awake. Restless, writing a letter to myself and the blue screen had lit up with a text from a little friend. Oh! Now I remember that friend of all this time out of the blue we used to talk of poetry had shared our stories together. We haven't talked in years have forgotten life happened I don't know what became of her. She was a storyteller she said I guess she became one too. The last time I knew she had floated to some place nobody has heard of her since then. I scroll through the backups a few old conversations remain they remind me of those days. Strange how we drifted away and never got to notice how easily we had moved ahead. Our caricatures had faded into distance the sillage of those days had emanated and dissolved into thin air. With puffs of white clouds I come back to reality gulping water down the throat trying to sleep again. 'Tonight was strange', I think and try to close my drooping eyes pushing away the endless flashes of running trees of my memories. The train doesn't stop I roll over to the side again. My fingers run over a bookmark with an old bridge in some city with a faded yellow lamp in the dark. Ah! Now I remember her my neighbour from childhood she loved the rhythms of nights I guess she became one too. 'No! My racing mind needs to stop tomorrow I will board the train perhaps I will remember her then', I think. ************ I woke up today with a dizzy head remembered last night, and sipped my coffee then forgot all of it. 'Last night was strange I don't remember a thing perhaps tonight I will sleep well'. The train has come to a halt the letter, the bookmark, the city, the old bridge, the yellow light will wait for tonight for me to roll over in my bed and board that train with running trees of memories outside my window and remind me of someone else again.. May 9, 2020