Night voices echo from
the train yard
I awake to your shouts
someplace
between a
nightmare
and
awake
Texts from cowards
and
drunkards
and
a dog who has no idea
that his life will change in
5 hours
The quarterly chime of
the grandfather clock
reminds me
I cannot sleep
I've only been in my own bed
one night this week
The only things that matter
are the things
that make
your heart
feel
whole.