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