the sun had set
as the hours grew
and then diminished
as they tend to
i lay at the typewriter
pretending
late into the night
pitter pattering
fingers like rain
on the keyboard
in a room otherwise
dark and otherwise quiet
but realizing futility
staring at a blank page
and an empty bottle
i retired to my bed
and as i climbed in
the woman
eyes still closed
asked if i was done
and on hearing
my resigned sigh
she smiled
she smiled and
told me to
come to bed
it will all be alright
if the sun
rises again
tomorrow
she said
it'll be alright
she said
i guarantee it
so i laid next to her
and she rubbed my hand
and kissed my knuckles
as she tends to do
in bouts of affection
and i couldn't help but smile
the right woman
can be a miracle
in the darkest hours