You Can't Sleep

you can't sleep
A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

You can't sleep so you call me
wanting to pass your waking late night hours
with me
but not this time.
Your words are the same
the were old months ago
You were hoping that the magic was still there
but it isn't
You assumed me happy ,
my hands opened and held out
for the scraps you drop from your bed
but you were mistaken
I am moving on
your status downgraded to banished servant
You have to stop coming around
fucking up my nights and therefore my days
but you don't.
You can't sleep so you call me
wanting to pass your waking late night hours
with me
but not this time
© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt