I leave myself open. Come, Mum.
The outside streetlight has flickered.
It is half past three in the morning
And the moment is still. Tap the drum.
The evening has stretched
And the small space for sleep is divided.
My single dream of existence
Spills into the day.
Silence. Pre Dawn.
No bird is singing.
The cats, cars are frozen.
The seeming dead hover, close.
Into this gap, steps the need I have for you.
Into this moment are the wishes and words I feel most.
Illustration Nick Victor