The Nights Come Back

The Nights Come Back

The nights come back sometimes,

In the blistering heat of day.

The light grows soft,

And the walls melt into the others.

You move without moving,

And the Earth shakes beneath you.

Your Earth, that is.

He falls asleep,

But it’s not sleep he sleeping there, you know?

My boy gone.

Gone for good.

Pretty little soldiers,

All neat in a row.

Ghosts marching through town.

The Night comes,

Too quickly.