Poem that comes before sleep
I have lost you
pretending discretion
more a word
than choice
say it isn’t true
we know our path
biographies written
in hands we held
took you away
easy as sleep turned
dream you were gone
as children wake screaming
from nightmares in sleep
you were quiet
against dreams of going
as though my choice
night comes
I say too soon
too soon
have I lost
other hands
to this
Autumnal Equinox 2015
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