The day is shorter.

Let it rest upon

your pillow.

The night is strong.

I know that you had

the same nightmare again.

I could tell by the look

of your lips

in the morning.

What are you most afraid of?

We haven’t seen

anything yet.

Watching the stars above

drinking hot milk with honey

lying in our soft bed

over an electric blanket

or in someone else’s bed,

sitting on their toilet seat

stuck in traffic

truth will find us.

We haven’t seen

anything yet.