Companion

When I was young

Between and between

A foreign land was sleep

And nights were spent in quietude

Bathed in the blue light's hue

Selling me some kitchen tool or

Sitcom drug

That no one saw the darkness creep

never ceases to surprise

Now old

I still wake at 3am

But abstain from light or sound

And the ghost of him of me

from then

Still walks with muffled steps

And I should sleep

But somehow never have the heart

To leave him alone like that again