We've all fallen in love, probably more than once -- or at least we thought it was love. If so, many times there was a split involved as well. This poem explores that sleepless night where your racing thoughts won't let your body rest.

TO THE EGRESS

Moonlight
Slipped in the window
With night's breeze
And reflected
From your face
Where you snuggled
Against my shoulder

Your perfume
Touched my nose
My thoughts
Raced
Unchecked
In turmoil

I yearned
For the sleep
That was stranger
To me
Tonight

Once again
I wondered
If tonight
Was the last
The face I loved
Would so softly
Snuggle here
Against my shoulder