BACK TO SLEEP

the sun was dying 

on the porch 

felt somehow fitting 

he knocked on the door

just a soft rap really

wouldn't dare ring the bell

she opened the door 

said nothing 

let him in

as if she already knew

he'd be there 

as if he'd always 

been there

in the middle of the night 

he left the couch 

went into her bedroom

their bedroom 

she wasn't in her bed 

their bed

there is no bed

no room now

going back 

no betrayal

burning

tears 

falling 

go back to sleep 

dream again 

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140.8

I've been writing a lot of poetry for new stories this year. Often, characters’ voices and scenes come to me first as poems. No idea why. (Melpomene whispering in my ear, I guess.)

"140.8" - aka BACK TO SLEEP - was not written while listening to "In This Shirt" by The Irrepressibles, but I absolutely love this song.  * adds song to the new WIP's playlist *

In This Shirt · The Irrepressibles