The room in
shades of black and white-
Staring long in the darkness causes this.
Colors of the day melt into charcoal and midnight
I look to my right--my second pillow--a queen-sized bed split in
He is still here, present,
he does not understand-
His mouth opens and closes
while his arms and feet Jerk with uncertainty.
He breathes heavily and my eyes remain opaque.
The pills in the drawer, holding
The colors of early morning.