Do not wake me


In the morning, dear
When we have
Grown so old
Do not wake me
But just leave me here
With our fingers
In this slow
Dissolving tangle

I fear that
I cannot go
Lest the crack
We've overgrown
Is parted to
Consume us

And amnesia
Become my
Sole companion


© Brendan Bonsack
August 2013