Goodnight

It’s night time now

and I can see shadows

swirling through

the concrete walls

everywhere.

I can feel my toes

against the sheets

and the blanket

on my chest

and the cool night air

creeping through

the open window

by my head.

I can hear a truck

changing gears

down the road

maybe the driver

is listening

to the late show

on Capital Radio

and thinking

about his girlfriend

and his little boy

back home.

I can hear you

sleeping

next to me

and realise

there is

nowhere else

I’d rather be.

That’s how

lucky

I am.

(by Jean-Michel K.)