Sleep-deprived in open night, you are awake
Where everything you say is like an esker
On the landing, the same old patterns, old coats;
They're fading fast and you have to remember
A higher wine isn't leaking through the door,
A childish eye, cut on a key that seemed rare.
In your safest top, you wait by the fridge,
You never did reach for light not easily wrung.