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the sofa i sleep on has
hard edges, ridges
nudging me awake to
listen to your
restlessness
a certain clawing at the
spaces now left open
in your memory as
you try to grasp
reality
i can only imagine as
it might happen whilst
waking from a dream
strands of which
stray
not attached to anything
the rest falling away
like jig saw puzzle pieces
lost but not really
like
the night is still there as
you unlock the door and
peer into darkness how
it must feel at times
even after
going back to bed and
i hear your gentle breathing
before you sleep awhile
longer safe and
dreamless
while i remain vigilant
listening to cricket noise
 feeling how you hugged
me saying ‘don’t have
bad dreams’
© April 2013
Renee Espriu
http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/