SHE takes the book from me, As from a sleepy child, Places it face down on the nightstand, Blows out my candles with moist breath, From full, pursed lips, "Sleep old one, you've read late, Time to find dreamland'" I lie on my back in the dark, Arms on my chest, yet sleep evades me, For as always I feel the night chills, As the coals burn down to hissing remains, I seldom sleep well any more, I lie in darkness, And let my past sweep over me, They are as stinging sheets of
windblown rain, For my future is behind me, Gravity take me into my bed, my heaviness, Enveloped, so still, I am barely breathing, I drift and float, searching for the night, Where memory is overpowered like heartbreak, Tomorrow, a new day of a new year, yet untouched, And unseen, it calls me, as a new page is turned.