Poetry, The Key in the Door and other poems

Sleepless

Night after night

I lay awake, still,

feigning sleep,

afraid to disturb

your peaceful dreams

With cat’s eyes

my vision sharpened,

roving the room,

following the moon

slide through the window

Once my restless,

churning thoughts took

me from bed to window,

warmth to cold,

to seek an outer calm

There in the dark,

across the street, another

face, lit by the moon,

looked back at mine,

seeking the same solace,

but finding none.