In the dampness of those unslept sheets I find my solace
between the linear moments when you held my breath
and the last time we said goodbye:

Awakened by the thunder every calm fiber
goes dormant as I toss and turn
searching for the memory of your warm body
The rain slips easily from glass to ledge
and so do my tears;
Life with all its poignancy, cannot reach me here
beneath thick blankets of denial.
As I pretend the night away death does not exist,  
nor does it live here, anymore
In the dampness of those unslept sheets I find my solace
through poetry in flight,  
although I leave it to the angels,
to whisper you, goodnight !