The last time I couldn't sleep was five years ago April
Lying with my back to the woman whose bed i had shared
for twenty one years.
We both were lying, both unhappy
With the choices we made so long ago
When we were children
We both were awake now
No more narcotic dreams to give us
Misplaced hope and inertia
Since that night, I have slept well
I've felt safe, no need to keep watch
Over my treasure
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Neil McKay
February 1, 2012
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In which I follow suit
Sort of a superficial take on the theme but sometimes I find that keeping it superficial brings out a line I wasn't expecting to say. I have to think about what I meant by the last stanza.