The night was tied to me

like a stone but I refused

to close my eyes.

 

Yet one more word within

the margin of accomplished

thought was needed.

 

Too little too late, but it

has been very late, though

at one point enough.

 

And so, as I have often

asked myself, as though you

were me – Why not?

 

This way there can be no

harm done.  But had you

even thought of me?

 

 

©  Ella Wagemakers, 04.59 Dutch time (= 22.59 EST in the US)