where do you go?
where do you go at night when i think you are sleeping?
i looked under my pillow
but you weren’t there…
i hear you
and feel you
especially when
the nocturnal
start to stir
and tell me
you are here
again…
just listening
© r.e.l. 5/15/11
Posted for Poetry Potluck 5/14-5/21/11 on Jingle Poetry
