Cruel Nighttime

You lure me with a sleepy haze
and soothing air
and heavy eyelids
and just when I want to let them fall
slowly covering my brown eyes
                     -you make me think of him,
Reming me it was his birthday yesterday
and how his skin smelled
and how sleepiness felt next to him
and how it feels without him
                     -you make me think of him.
Please, cruel nighttime,
let me sleep.
Let me lull into dreams of ocean waves and better days.
Cruising, coasting along the clouds,
No.
Sounds of Coltrane
enter my mind
and push the tears foreward.
You were always so cruel.

**For the record, I wrote this a year ago.