At the back of today is tonight and tonight needs a shoulder
to cry on.
Tonight is in conflict.
Within light's framework of gloaming, at a time when dreams
start tearing at over-washed seams
night needs consoling.
A moment maybe, of sheer serendipity.
The bottle stands near and asks to be partner in shifting
the world from my weary head.
Ah - - but no !
Been there and done that and it just never works.
Tonight wants more than a mere bag of crisps and a
comforting drink.
It is hurting.
It skulks like an overused tune.
Like a bruised piece of music tonight needs soothing.
Not a good place to be is the back of today.
So phone me - - soon.
It's amazing how one phone call can put a spring in one's step, a smile on their face, or a feeling of being loved and cared for. I've felt this way before myself where sleep won't come as the mind chatters on. Wonderful expressions within this poem Fay.