Sleeping Just's

I've been sleeping a lot lately.
Not so much as an effort to catch up on sleep,
but more as an effort to mend my brokenness.
Because my brain took a sick day when Hunter did.
And my heart took a sick day even before that.
And the only time that they don't ache is when I shut my eyes.
Shutting my eyes makes everything stop moving.
Things stop changing.
Good things stay, and bad things float away.
Memories aren't just memories,
dreams aren't just dreams,
poems aren't just poems,
promises aren't just words,
moments aren't just moments,
and smiles aren't just smiles.

But when my eyes aren't shut, that's all they are: Just's.

I'm going to have to wake up someday,
because sleeping doesn't last forever.