When the sun last left in the time it will take to get to dawn,
when the air is devoid of modern sounds and the darkness misses the light,
when the belly is empty, the bladder not full –
that’s when you feel it.
Dreamless nights spent wide awake
filled with absence.
#insomniapoetry
– – –
I heard about you, not from you.
They spoke of shared words I did not hear.
Just second hand conversations passed down like Chinese whispers that make no sense.
Where did our language of nods and looks and noises go, my friend?
I’ve not moved, you’ll find me here, same place different person in fractured skin.
#insomniapoetry
