These Last Few Months

These last few months
with all her nights sleepless
she often tried books
she went from books to movies
she even tried pills.
One other time
after hours of bar hopping
her bedroom door she opened wide
for a handsome young man
- done by the long expecting
done by the many whiskey shots -
and spent her night
with his heavy snore at the edge of her stare...

She thought of his pick-up line at the bar:
"I'll be the cloud, always, over your head
for just that rare occasion you need rain"...
She frowned a smile
she let out a sigh
and resigned to the snore keeping beat
for her slow sway to sunrise...