Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Tangled Up In Sheets

It is like that now.
You,
on your side of the bed,
curled up,
Sprawled out,
Like a ‘y’.
Me,
fighting myself
night after night
until exhaustion wins.
The ballot cast.
The small ‘x’ placed
before the name
of our savior.
We walk hand in hand
by the pumpkins
kissing fall along the way.
How did we get here?
You say
it was luck.
I am not so sure.
Tomorrow it will rain
and the small drops will fall
on the yellow mums.
Be still
and listen to the night.