Sleeping Late the day you left for Montreal

I wake to wave goodbye

And get back to

Bed

And sleep

Until 2:15 

And then I realize

That I was drowning 

In dreams

As waking to a house

Without you is unbearable

And I was also sleeping 

off the emptiness 

now that you've left

But a text from Dorval

And I'm spry again

Booking Megabus tickets

To visit you at Easter 

Such is love

And hope

And sleepiness

On Sundays

Without you. 

2014(c)