8 years ago
I would have given anything
to receive the text you sent last night.

The invitation to give up everything.
To re-live 2am under your checkered sheets
and return to that night
when the turn I took turned the world over.

Instead, I wave to you through the distance with my feet firm.
No more wavering at the edge of darkness,

I turn around.
Turn off my light,
and go to sleep.