Shadows park and flee and Saturn yawns from a gargoyle \
somewhere \ there’s no water in the coffee maker and the water \
needs to be replaced in the cooler \ no one’s looking except for unmanned cameras \
Tell me you’re home and that you hear me \
Tell me you’re home/ even if you aren’t \
Tell me you’re home and you’re waiting up \
warm indention in TV-lit bed \
My face floats stories above dark streets \
and the phones are blinking in code no one has broken \
Tell me I’m wrong to look at pictures on other desks \
Tell me I’m wrong to make this call \
Tell me I’m wrong and let you go back to bed when you say you \
are tired \
The rest of the world has stopped crunching numbers \
I can see by the moon how many more hours \
I have alone.
I love the repetition in this poem and the imagery. I was imagining my own warm dent in the bed that I want to get back to!
Thank you, elsalovesbooks!