I don't want to sleep, tonight,
I know it will be the end of you.
And me, like some sad, old woman
who should have kept her eyes open,
like a wild brown owl focused on
a blind, oblivious victim. I want
to swoop down, tonight, a night
in the seasoned past, the night you
disappeared in cold, white flame
breaking my bones in the beak of
your mouth and never returned.