Goodnight Trixie (a poem)

A farewell…

Goodnight
it’s just shy of noon
but twilight has come
to this brightly lit room
soon to grow dark
for the last time

Goodnight
the wait feels eternal
each second collapsing
into slow motion
before accelerating
into infinite sleep

Goodnight
the room grows still
light narrows
warmth begins to cool
This is all that’s left
with nothing left to do

Goodnight
edges now dulled
senses numbed
I step out into the sun
and drive home alone
in silence

(24 November 2018—posted November 25th)


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