poem

WokenIn this dream I ’m startled from sleepBy the sounds of someone crying Curled next to me in a bedI don ’t check to see who it isNot because I ’m callous But because, by the law of dreams,The dreamer already knows So I roll over and fall back to sleep,Into another dream, one where nowI am the one sobbing, maybeBecause there ’s no oneNext to me in bed andIt ’s cold and the blankets are thinAnd the old house creaksAnd there ’s no one in the room to hear,To take pity on me, caress me, And the nightstand is avalanchedBy stacks of unread books.The only thing to do nowIs to cry myself to sleepTo cry myself to sleepTo keep crying myself asleepDream after dream Until I wake into a scene Where I ’m cuddled under warm coversWith the one I already know, just before We both drift into dreamless sleep2/3/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - February 4, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs