Neither an afterthought,
nor the focus of my night.

The air is stifling - so heavy
it weighs upon my back and
my neck aches under my skull.

I clatter words into pixels
via ever-useful keyboard -
but I'm chattering nonsense.

Net companionship
is not comforting tonight
and I have an empty head
full of poems I've yet to write.

I think it's bedtime now.