Last night I dreamed I did not sleep. I lay awake, eyes blinking, thoughts racing, chest tight. And then I dreamt I woke.
Knees, heart and other night sounds as old age gets up in the dark.
The ice wind breathes ever harder; one by one city lights go out.
They hold hands. If they are ever found, they will be found together.
The world spirals helterskelter to where she is, whether I will or I won’t, but I will and I do. My favourite place is there.
Pitchblack night, no stars. Hold my hand, I’ll stop you from falling – then I fell. Two lying in the mud, crying laughing.