May 19
1 min read
The Nights
Again she sleeps, beer fueled slumber.
And I know she won’t sleep for too long, the phone will ring, and she may or may not rise.
I ask myself what I should do — and I am at a loss.
There is nothing to do, no one to talk to.
Just an empty house full of separate people.
I know it can’t go on like this.
So I wait, and pace like my cage is too small.
The nights blend into a wasted lifetime.
The nights blend.
