Left Wanting
Were the days
now, and the
words that
would fill
them and
later, if memory
would even serve,
would be used to
prop them up or
hold on to them,
which was no
longer fun or
rarely used
for anything
but kvetching,
a complaint
against them,
one by one.
And gone
as well were
most if not all
of each hour
of each night.
Although
he couldn’t
really say
the same
about the
hours that
he slept. He’d
long ago become
so exhausted that
dreams were all
but lost upon
awakening.
Gone were
those allur
ing chimes
that beckoned
him toward and
then into each
potentially
upending
slumber;
the chaos
of impending
dreams had
given way
to the
tiring
dread
of day.
