Sleep is never an easy guest
always late
a struggle to the end
a little coltraine tonight maybe
last night it was portishead
something to drift me off

the silence always presses down
a muffled blanket with infinite
fear

the worst is the empty bed
nothing but rumpled sheets
and sweaty pajamas

briefly was the time when
there was a girl
her hand on my back
a salve to my bleeding heart

lonely now
the bed is empty again.

08/15/2005

Posted on 08/16/2005
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