Forty-five
minutes lying awake
after rising briefly
and returning to bed
where nothing happened
so I rose and
sat with water and smoke
waiting for pain to subside
for another forty-five minutes
At forty-five
I would have brushed off
a broken night like this one
as merely a test
of the preservation
and evolution of my energy
but at fifty-nine
frozen in the living room light
wanting nothing more
than oblivion temporary or
otherwise
it is hard to imagine
that once upon a time
twice forty-five minutes ago
I had it
as it feels like I will never
have it again
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