lullabye

you were tired when i called and hung up so easily
it was eleven on a sunday night
a long week, responsibilities of innumerable hours at work,
those that passed and those that are in front of you
i know this and sitll i chill a little
that my voice could not wake you
that my longing for connection could not rally you
and you slipped further into a yawn
and i let you go
i let you go then and i let you go now
and i've never mourned a moment unspent as i do those
those when i could have held you
those when i could have wrapped my legs and mind around you
and let you carry me fully into your world
of black and white and
wrong and right
and voiced and heard so strongly
but i let you go
after another yawn
your voice smaller than i've ever heard
so small and light i would have carried it for you
laid it down beside me and cradled it in sleep

sleep now
sleep quiet
sleep and dream with my voice the last you hear
my selfishness wants your mind on me when you can least control it
in your sleep
and in your dreams
mayben then you'll hear me