Bedtime Poem

tickle away the feeling
all I want is to be held
to feel you close to me
as I die each day away.

what's wrong with being truthful?
it hurts now, but pain is better
with truth rather than
lies behind a truth ahead.

I think I'll sleep now
comforted in an unmade bed
with thoughts of yesterday
and not of years to come

yes, I laugh mildly
as I lay my head down.
he calls me honey.
I think that's funny.

by E. M. Soos