Friday, May 6, 2016

a glass half empty.

she listens for you out of habit
beyond the bass of the 
upstairs television

children quietly breathing 
through their own dreams
in another room

watered down drink in her hand 
she still waits for your
fingers resting gently on her hair

come lie next to me, you whisper
put down your glass
it's time for sleep


© 5.6.2016 heather brager

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