SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

The Slate

What if I woke you
told you I'm sad
I can't sleep
that the little man
doesn't shout
help him count sheep
What if I rustle
stir in our still bed
I can't chase visions
recurring in my head
What if I recommitted
my love for you at the oddest hour
like I intimated that one time over margaritas
before I remembered their imploring power
        to forget
        ......go back to sleep
              ............wait until tomorrow
                          ..................when the slate is clean

The eraser holds the dust


Impetus ▼

When you can't sleep, you write. It's about what life might be like when my son goes off to college, empty nest, and I'll look to recommit my love of a woman, wishing I were going off to school again, etc.

Eraser = memory collector