The sun lights up the whole room white--
But knowing me you reckoned it’s time for bed.
Where does compromise fit in the equation,
When I gave the space and understanding,
and yet I felt the neglect?
I looked and leaned forward
to the promise of sleeping in peace,
as I bask in my needing,
and my wanting.

But I end up feeling deprived.

Good night.

- c.s. (021219)