Whilst waiting for sleep to take you

into the comforting world of dreams,

you turn over your life,

it tumbles like washing in a dryer.

 

Things said and not said,

the comebacks that came too late,

choices made and where they led,

the questions of “what if”.

 

Arguments lost and won,

but at what cost?

Faces return like a collage of 

those long since gone.

You replay the final moments you had with them,

wishing you had said more,

Had been more.

 

You reach for comfort,

loving words, arms that held you,

but they won’t come.

Did they never happen?

Or were they lost in the small transactions of living?

 

You promise yourself:

you will say it now, to those close and dear, out loud, 

Your love, your pride and that you care for them

before it is too late.

 

And then, at last,

Morpheus takes you in his arms,

And rest finally comes.