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.