Saturday, December 27, 2008

And so begin the endless rhetorical questions


2 a.m. caffeine high
Makes me shaky, restless
Lonely in the quiet
Only the heavy breathing of sleepers
Train whistles, unearthed
When the daytime traffic stills

Do I sleep sounder
When you’re twenty minutes away
Instead of eight hours?

Will I feel any less alone
When you lay beside me
Distanced not in space
But in cold conscious state
Like life beside death?

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