By Rebecca Longtin
In the quiet of the darkness
the evening grows long
as the sun sets early
and the temperature drops.
My eyelids droop deeply
searching the escape of sleep.
I seek out a distraction to stay awake,
a podcast, an audiobook, social media….
In the quiet of the darkness
I find warmth under my Grandmother’s quilt.
Eyes closed, sleep now escapes me
as the film of my life plays and replays.
You in a starring role feel so close.
So many questions remain
although the tears have long dried.
I drift off to sleep.
In the quiet of the darkness
a train rhythmically rattles by,
a Carolina Wren sings her song.
Morning has come too soon.
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