Sunday, July 12, 2020


Cricket songs grace the night air
mingling with the rush of rain
and the leaky toilet.
Your snoring subsides
 to uneven breathing
while I lay in the dark

eyes wide open
forgetting what it feels like
to sleep, to dream,  to rest
or remember how.

1 comment:

  1. I never would have put crickets and leaky toilet sound together. I definitely know what it is like to lie in bed unable to sleep a wink. Great poem. :)