Another sleepless night?

During the light of day I busy myself and you rarely cross my mind.
When darkness falls it’s a different story and my mind replays the good times.
My evening ritual of chores and reading keeps my memory of you at bay.
It’s when my head hits my pillow you flood my brain.
I toss and turn, laugh and cry I feel a little crazy actually, still hearing your voice and seeing your face.
All I can do is hope for exhaustion to take over so I can close my eyes, but you haunt my dreams too.