one more night

I used to know
how to be alone
once upon a time
now there is the night
invading my ignorance

outside these stained windows
the cars rush past
the high heels clatter
the patter of the rain
falls on monochrome bylanes

inside it's just like
any other graveyard
no voices no tears only a past
empty pen refills
a burnt-out radio plug
butts in the ashtray
a ghost at the table

there are people out there
somewhere
lost in this big city
too many people
in too many rooms
with too much silence

on such nights - most nights -
all I want to do
is crawl into bed
pull the sheet over my head
close my eyes
and sleep
forever

waiting
to be born
again

because when you're young
it remains necessary
to ignore
the endings
and allow one more night
to creep past