Friends of the Night
They come all of a sudden, your friends of the night.
First the memory — hot off the press, as fresh as if it happened today. It plays for you like a film that you can’t stop.
And then come the tears. Hot, blinding, thick. With a blink of the eyes, they’re rolling down your cheeks and it is all you can do to quell the noise that is threatening to be expelled from your throat.
You must not give in, you must not give in.
“Dear God, please, please, please please please,” you plead in your head.
You must not give in. Please please, God, please!
No one must know, as you sniffle and try to keep calm as you wait for the bliss of sleep to bless you.
Till then, you let the shadows on the ceiling keep you company.