While the Fall

While the Fall


When it comes to the time like this
the fall after the rise
I wish I had you here to talk to.
Conversing and strategizing,
and saying the things to ease my mind
so I could fall asleep tonight.


I'm tired
so restless here in the lit dark.
I have to wake up early
but the list of things around me
I can't quantify to a paper of to dos
or find the answers so quickly.


I keep the curtains open
afraid the solid dark will mask time
and I won't wake up
to the alarms I set
since I sleep through avalanche
and storm.


Used to waking up with a touch
of cool skin
or mouth on flesh
I yearn to be brightened by your hand
and your smell
and the distinct echos of groggy voice.


I'll go to sleep soon
and have a dreamless night
like i do these days
hoping for visions to come
or more so replications
of visions I once had.


-Matthew Koutzun