dream
not being able to breathe
i lean over
to tell someone about it,
but there's
no one there.
i sit up in bed and feel
across
the rumpled blanket
and sheets
to touch the pillow
where she would lay her
head.
no one.
i look at the clock.
three a.m.
i lie back down and count
the stars
that i can't see,
the ones beyond the ceiling,
the roof.
the clouds,
but i know they're out there.
which is good enough
to get
back to sleep.
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