How's the New Place?
by Dan Gauthier
I flick off all the lights in my apartment.
The coldness like a dagger through my heart went.
Chilled and alone I crawl beneath the covers.
I sleep alone, though most my friends have lovers.
It doesn't have to be this way, I know this.
Oft' times, the company, I find, I do miss.
My body warms the sheets; I curl up tight.
Deep thoughts, they come and go this time each night.
My breathing breaks the silence. I'm alone.
Here I'm kept socially a prisoner to my phone.
I like the cold, sometimes it helps me sleep.
In dreams I swim with fears I'll go too deep.
A knob up on the wall will turn the heat up if I turn it.
Yet I refuse to touch it. Rather save money than burn it.
I search for answers hiding in my mind,
Tucked away in secret places I can't find.
Revelations only come to me but when
I drift off into sleep and drop my pen.
I wake up in the morning needing
Pillow cases dried.
For in the night my eyes were bleeding
Tears no one knew I cried.