Sleep comes to soften anguish,
Conflict put to rest
Momentarily.
Peace numbs any thought
of You, of Him and of Me
Momentarily.
We read about moments
In time and in our lives.
We read about how moments,
Although fleeting can console
where unhappiness lies.
Lied to rest, sleep comes
to blur all that is and isn’t there.
You, Her, Me, Him and You, again
Momentarily.
We are just pronouns,
Loaded with connotations of
Love, Lust and Envy.
The denotation of people living
In moments where We are, She was and He is.
Sleep comes,
Conflict rests
Momentarily.