11/8/2021

I sleep with the lights on

afraid

I won’t get to see you

when you, if you

haunt me

at night

knowing it’s unlikely;

you, sweet thing

were a shy child

afraid of your own

shadow

afraid of the dark

polite, composed

detached, disposed

I sleep with the lights on

hoping you’ll come home

in the middle

of the night

and visit

one

last

time