Electricity

I always leave the light on by my bed
To wake me from those lighter drifts of sleep
When I imagine I can turn and touch
Your face.  When I can see I keep my head,
But in the darkness I can only keep
Myself awake.  The worst is when a much
Used bulb burns out at night and I have rolled
To you, my hollow arms around me where
I’d dreamed I’d more than merely memory there,
More than sheets and quilts against the cold.

Marcus Bales


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