The dogs have stopped barking,
Safely asleep behind their fences.
They don't see me
And I don't see them,
Blinded by the night
And muffled by the passing cars.
The slow breeze blows my smoke to the east
As I'm stuck here,
Dead center in meticulous thought.
Soon, I'll give in and
Lay my body next to his-
We'll be miles away
Some days but,
As he rolls to the middle
And sinks the bed,
I'm sunk down, too
And it's never a bad thing.