the stars haven't started sleeping yet / by Ellen Sorensen

the stars haven't started sleeping yet

and neither have i 

awake with the nauseousness

of too little sleep 

 

so i keep writing words

like someone will hear me

hoping that the process

will calm me down 

 

but blank canvases can't hold me 

like i want to be held 

words can't soften the blow 

of an empty bed

 

can you come home now?

it's a loaded question 

because there has to be more 

than being busy but feeling empty