Bedtime
I put the phone to bed,
Smiling, remembering,
How we use to talk
In the, 'before this time'.
I put the light to bed
Peacefully, feeling
The familiar gratification of having
Exchanged words with you again.
I put to bed the fears
That try coming into my head.
Fears, who delight in telling me
How much I will hurt
By loving a married man.
I put myself to bed
Allowing my dreams to call you,
Not feeling disconnected
Or that I've reached a wrong number.
