Rocking back and forth on the edge of a bed seemed childish and lacking patience,

Until I saw them all rocking through the doors, in the rooms to the west of mine.

Starting to understand why my world is not the only one,

He, who I knew, died while sleeping the night that I slept so well.

Until that next night came when the sun bowed out,

Sitting while rocking awake, thinking of He, who I knew.