April 30, 2013

Passenger


From a dream
I awaken
deep in the night,
my heart quickening,
the steady thump
of an idling engine,
burning a fuel
imported from you,
still feeding my habit,
topping me off,
drop after drop,
until I hear only a faint
and forgotten song.
I turn over slowly,
running on memory,
unwilling to disturb
your well-made
side of the bed,
empty now
that you
are gone.

4/18/13