Blanket

Blackness rolls around us
From the Big Pop
To the Big Suck
Of an imploding sun
Turning into a black hole,
As black as my soul.

I rise in my bed,
Blackness on my left.
My right.
Front and back.
Hugging me like
A favourite blanket.

A blanket, I'm tired of,
Tired of it's touch,
It's warmth in summer,
It's coolness in winter.
Just tired.

In that blackness,
I wish there lay
Another person,
Strong, smart, funny,
Complementing me
Who would be
My new favourite blanket.

But I make do
With this blanket,
This blackness
And hope and pray
It doesn't smother me,
Suffocate me.
In blackness.