Sunday, March 6, 2011

Another Hotel Room

Another Hotel Room

Four and half months on the road
and loneliness finally caught me
stole into my room,
sat at the foot of my bed
and shook me from a fitful sleep.
Her stethoscope cold touch
pulled what remained of my self respect
out through my chest into the night air.
When the panic finally wore off
I fell back to sleep at peace
with the idea that at least
she would never leave me.


1 comment:

Amy said...

This is evocotive. Very strong