In your head, your thinking that it’s best for you to go to bed-
and when you collapse into that pillow,
You suddenly feel trapped in a willow,-
and now, knees weakened on train rails,
memories hit off tails,
and fails to sail.
You’d close your eyes and get ready to dream,
but you’d see a weak light
hit you in the face like switch lights,
and see yourself waiting for someone you’ve never waited for
to come by your bed and kiss you goodnight.
Your words