Friday, December 12, 2008

when I awoke, you were gone.
I thought of you watching me dream
eyelashes fanned across my cheeks
rosy and red from wine.

It was dark in my bed, warm
comfortable in the tick tock night
the passing cars
spinning their wheels
spitting rain water in their wake
It was comfortable. Dark, quiet.

Sleep saved me
Salvation from awkward glances.
long silences.

I wanted to crawl away
into the wet November night.
Slither into oblivion
not return

now you’re on this night train home
is it wrong to hope I never see you again?

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