Night Music

 

She tapped me on the shoulder
Waking me.  I looked about at
Duffy across the room and Ben
Sleeping at my feet to be sure.
She would have something in
Mind important to her 
Though she would think

It was me she was thinking of,
My conscience after all these
Years, waking me in the
Night to wrestle with what I
Strove not to know or think.
I would concede if she
Asked me face to face

To deal with these fears,
Arguing as she would with a soft
Smile against which I had no
Defense.  I hear the Righteous
Brothers’ singing while she’s
Going – gone, gone, gone
I know, but not quite yet.