Still Sometimes Sleeptalking
a poem about our nights
Published in
Apr 13, 2023
At night, and during the day but
at night.
We tell ourselves we don’t miss her. We’re just
lonely.
The proof is in just how far
she’s gone,
since she moved
on and on.
So instead of her
we say
we need curves’ caresses.
Instead of that soft voice in the night,
another woman’s whisper sounds alright
We know it’s true. We know. It’s true.
Look at all of you. Just sometimes still,
almost asleep, it almost sounds
all wrong.