U-Silence in the Night

At this hour I feel as though I am the only person in the
world.
It's late and very still.
Nothing moves as I gaze upon the view.
There is no noise or traffic.
You would think it would be peaceful, restful.
Yet, somehow it is unnerving.
It jangles something inside of me.
Quietly I creep through the bedroom.
Feeling as though I'm a stalker in my own house.
A cigarette on the patio is what I'm after.
I close the door behind me, and sit in the corner.
It is sometimes amazing the things you notice
At times such as these.
Things appear more clearly.
Or could it be those jangled nerves?
Sounds magnified as I inhale deeply
The glow of my cigarette bright in the night
Now I can hear traffic some distance off
I feel more isolated for having heard it
I finish the cigarette and rise to return
To my bed of slumber for whence I came
There in the door is the face of my beloved
I scream from the fright of someone else in the night
Yes, sounds are magnified and my heart is trip hammering
I laugh at myself and my foolish scream
And return to my love in our bed with laughter on my lips.

? 2001
Lisa Gibson
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