Night Deep by GJ Hart

At night, when loneliness

Threads its weight

Through sheets

And life gasps

like a katana, 

Cold And shining

And curling Into distance, 

I consider 

Solitude and how 

I am sunken amidst

The sparks and hooks 

Of impalpable notions. 

If only I could 

Grasp it, 

The high moon, 

A dot of faith and suddenly

You cough and sigh

And I see you

Silent and wide 

Awake at my side. 

GJ Hart currently lives in London and has had pieces published in The Molotov Cocktail, The Jersey Devil Press, the Harpoon Review and others. He can be found arguing with himself over @gj_hart.