The Last Sleepless Night
Tick
tock
the clock
marks the hours
wasted in trying
to drift, catching sheep, fall asleep.
Tick
tock
my mind
won't let go
of the things you said;
you left me alone in my bed.
Tick
tock
I creep
through the house
to find you sleeping
curled up on the couch with the cat
Tick
tock
I'll wait
til morning,
then pack your cases,
and then the cat will sleep with me.
* Stef Hall is 30-something country girl living in the big city with her musician partner Paul and their bonkers cats. Stef writes short stories – some of which have been published, and novels – all of which have not. Yet, although she says she does not write poetry, occasionally she does, and even more occasionally she does it well. http://stefhall.blogspot.com
