When Sleep Comes

In the end, it can be hard to let go. 
Hard to fall asleep, knowing that tomorrow feels like worlds away in a dream-scale distance.
Knowing that today is nearing its close, that I don’t have time for more tasks, more, more… 
But in the end, I really just want to know:
Did I love well today?
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Each day has been feeling like a whole life; each night a small death. 
And so, I get to practice. Practicing the art of living and dying, again and again.
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When my life is over, I really just want to know:
Did I love well?