It’s 1 a.m. and I am ready
For bed. Patience has idled too much time
Away. Laptop off, TV off,
Light off. I clear my supper tray
And look outside. The street light’s off.
On moonless nights I contemplate
The stars. A full moon tonight casts
Pallid light on my dead neighbour’s
Lemon walls, exaggerates
The deadness of his blank windows.
Alone, my ancient elbow crashes
On our bed, followed by the rest of me.
It’s a long time since you and I
Bounced here like randy hares. No-one
Now reaches out an arm or pokes
An elbow in affirmation of
Another life. However good,
A book provides poor company
And Sudoku figures still roll
Round my brain, patterns half-perceived,
Disintegrating like dreams at waking.