Like many others
But it's darker in here
Even with light to see you by
Your skin is weary
And your heart tired
It shows in the rasp of your voice
And your unfocussed stare
Look at me, and not
At the wall behind me
There is nothing there that
I want you so soon to see
Sorry
But I want you be here
Stay for a little while longer
And look at me
Sorry
That I must bother you at
This tired moment
When all you want is to sleep
You have seen too much
And it collects in and under your eyes
Heavy
And slowly closing
I lean in to hear you breathe
Just a little longer
I can't see your irises anymore
And can only feel this hand
There are fresh flowers here
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