One Night

Separate. Distant. Covered.

Drudging along, each moment felt like endless exhausting Monday’s after a lifetime of sleepless Sunday’s.

Hoping. Thinking. Asking. Praying.

For one night.

One night of sleep.

One night like before.

One night to forget.

One night to remember what has been lost.

Time, like falling autumn leaves.

Given up. Sacrificed.

Just one night.