I am not speaking to everyone

There was

There is nothing left in my life

But you and I

Too much space

And so little time artificially divided by days

So it can be counted and costed

Need it be?

My nights pass in dreams of loss and searching

And wakeful shallows of back ache, damaged ribs, stiff legs and trips across the floor to urinate a little and often. Changing night clothes and rotating pillows soaked in sweat.

I see too much of the night

Sometimes too many shadows

I know it is just darkened day

The sun the other side of my earth

Time and opportunity don’t stop

To begin again at 6am

Good that you voyage with me.