November 28, 2014

Four AM

The sprinklers
come on at four AM,
they'll not fool me
so well, again. 
They sound just like
the real thing,
but nothing's ever
what it seems,
and rain
can't come back
this way too soon.
I used to see you
in my dreams,
now I'm adrift
in a dreamless sleep,
still keeping promises
I used to keep.