Sweet Insomnia

At night you come
rustling my brain,
that broken tree,
causing memories to fall
from lobe branches,
sweet reminiscent fruits
that splatter everywhere.
My soul leans on the tree trunk
taking bites of the fallen fruit,
sweet memories dripping
all over my soul’s hands and face.

I need to sleep.
I need to forget you.
Time has passed,
but these sweet memories
won’t spoil.