How are your lonely bones tonight?

Wedged in marble and rosemary stems.

How do they fare?

How is your lonely mind tonight?

Haunted by memories of the past,

weaving webs on windowsills.

How do you sleep tonight?

Locked inside a thoughts,

tip-toeing through my sanity again. 

How is the loss of midnights

dealing with the loss of day?

How are your lonely bones tonight?