You've filled completely
this cloudy January day
with reminisces and warm laughter,
chocolate cake and coffee,
a few sips of beer and your brown eyes.
And now unable to sleep
because the day is finally going home
because your sleep has locked me out,
I watched you and wonder.
I know your face by touch when its dark
I know the profile of your sleeping face,
the sound of your sleeping.
Sometimes, I think you were all sound---
kicking free the covers,
switching off the lights,
moving about in the bathroom,
lighting a cigarette.
I know the plains and length of your body
the movement of your eyelids when you dream
the measure of your breathing.
I have total recall of you
and this reunion will close the chapter
of memories kept in the deep recesses of my mind.
It's quiet now.
Only the clock
moving towards rejection tomorrow
breaks the stillness.