“If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts could tell…
I’m so tired I can’t focus on anything so I decide not to resist and go to bed before 9:30
I brush my teeth, wash my face do my nightly five gratitudes, turn off the light and snuggle into my sheets
And wait for Morpheus to come
And wait. And breathe deeply
I turn over, flip onto my back – that never works – flip to the other side
Do breathing exercises: inhale four counts, hold four counts, exhale four counts
Repeat and yawn during the hold.
For fucks sakes! Sleep already! I’m obviously tired.
I’m not even thinking of anything in particular, either
Go to the bathroom and glance at clock on way back
Really? Eleven PM? An hour and a half I’ve been trying?
I give in and pick up my phone and start scrolling
Gordon Lightfoot passed away a couple of hours ago
I must be getting older as I find 84 to be too young
I go to YouTube and start listening to
If You Could Read My Mind
Early Morning Rain
Rainy Day People
Choosing them one by one and holding the phone to my ear
Did She Remember My Name
Next thing I know, it’s midnight and I’m feeling that each song
has something that touches me deeply.
Good song writers do that.
“So if you should ask me what secrets I hide
I’m only your lover, don’t make me decide”
~ Gordon Lightfoot