The nights are restless
when sleep can last forever.
You crawled into my head
and curled in defense,
like a roly-poly I poked,
as dreams invaded privacy.
Why were we on a bus?
Where were we headed
and, why did I beg that man
with handfulls of coin to whisper
something that made you weep?
I consoled you with my embrace,
as I would have done
in our waking hours. But you
are confined to my nights,
while my days are growing dim.
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