not sleeping anymore

I've made my bed—

(3 times, with clean sheets)

in the morning,
when the yellows make sun of the sky,
I’ll twist my feet beneath the covers, convinced
I can sleep better—
now that you’re gone.

(but the insides will seem so much colder)

in the afternoon,
when the clouds make stripes of the sky,
I’ll get back in and think about all the things
I can devote my time to—
now that you’re gone.

(but the hours will seem so much longer)

in the evening,
when the dark makes dots of the sky,
I’ll stay on top and reach for what’s closest,
I can do what I want—
now that you’re gone.

(but the wants will seem so much farther)

posted by d @ 1:54 PM