iphone black smoke

We carry weary bodies to beds
when darkness paints our windows
The world outside is left to occupy
itself, settling to routine

Some nights, sleeping dust falls upon
our eyes, until our doorstep heralds
a new day and for others the dust was wiped away
Without consideration or acceptance

As I grabbed the pillow, trying
to draw the smell of you into my skin
it is vacant,  as my sleep
this morning and the night before

copyright JMTacken 14.6.14