More

Forget more moments
as the days stumble forward
wearing sensible shoes
and the nights begin
too many slippered minutes
later than you can meet them.

Hear more whispers
of voices pale and reedy
calling you back and
back again to those too many
drinks and
unfortunate choices.

Find more words
on yellowed spiral notebook paper
that tell too many stories
of those broken hours
You don’t want to puzzle together
again.

Close more doors
to nights,
to whispers,
to puzzled words.
and sleep.

day 2 writer’s digest poem a day