Thanks Again, Michael
I needed to sleep, was hoping to dream…
As my eyes began to close I tried to see you –
You know, the way we used to do,
At 1230 – halfway between your midnight and mine.
In recent months when I have tried
You have turned your back to me, refusing
Me even one glance of the beautiful, crooked smile
That breaks my heart.
This time, though, you faced me full on.
I didn’t recognize the house but I knew the computer.
You smiled at me – hesitantly at first, then brilliantly.
My heart lurched – then I was annoyed.
“Oh, so now you’ll look at me, huh?” I muttered.
You nodded and continued to smile.
“Well, go the fuck away,” I croaked,
And closed my inner eye and drifted off.
At some point, later, you were here
In my room, sitting on the edge of my bed.
Oddly I wasn’t even really surprised,
I just stared at you.
You smoothed my hair back from my eyes
You whispered to me
You tickled my back.
I couldn’t really hear what you said, you spoke so softly.
I heard my name a few times and other than that,
The only other clear words were
Petaowehankeshni – and
Toska ake wacinyanktin ktelo.
Did you mean that last line?
At last I slept.