GOODNIGHT.

004.

november 11, 1998.

i laid my tired,
beleaguered spine
on the bed that
i once found comfortable.

not anymore.

even though i cannot see her,

i keep on hearing her
sing lullabies
into the dainty shell
of my frightened ear,

as i sleep.

she's somewhere here. somewhere in the dark. somewhere beside me.

i think she watches me sleep every night.

"goodnight."