Late Friend

[The Gritterman]

Sometimes, it feels like the only person awake

In the whole country

People might find that a lonely thought

But not me

Being alone and loneliness aren't the same thing at all

I think of all those chilly feet sticking out the bottoms of duvets

The millions of pillow's squished faces

Snorers, nose whistlers, restless wrigglers

And tightly tucked twitchy types

All those babies about to wake up and scream in their first Christmas morning

It'll be dawn soon

The whole world will turn from blue to gold

And then say what you like

It won't bring back the night

[Orlando Weeks]

Late friend

It's getting late, friend

So late that it's light

The day swallowed the night

Sparrows have fallen, into the sky

Blue night is gone, friend

Turned gold by the sun, friend

Late friend

Something to say, friend

Say what you like

Won't bring back the night

Won't undraw the curtains

Won't turn out the light

Just like the snow, friend

We'll come and go, friend