Sleep becomes solace

I thought I heard her say.

Sleep becomes me

She said before leaving.

Her sleep did not give her life

Or any tranquility

For that matter.

Sleep gave her nothing more

In return for the silence

That was east of my eternity

And now becomes the break of new day.

06/09/2008

Author's Note: ... so I was reading Steinbeck, while somewhat enjoying being divorced....

Posted on 06/09/2008
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