Yesterday night and the night before

And the one that went away just before that

They are all the same to me.

Every single night in the last many years

Have merged into oneness with each other

They all begin and end the same way

The pattern forming a blanket of comfort

There was never any blanket though

Only the one that I first had all those years ago

Torn to shreds so many nights ago

Yesterday night and the night before

And the one that went away just before that

He came and stood by my door

And then by my bed

Everyone slept their blissful slumber

As he slowly crept into my bed

I can’t remember all that he did

But I know that I never want to understand

Why he crept into my bed

It could have been any bed but mine

Any riper flesh than mine

Mine was just too young

And no contours had yet begun

What charm I held I don’t know

But every night into my bed he crept

Perhaps I was all that was there

So easy and fair as I lay

With a toy here and a toy there

A voice too small to say no