We Make Due

I remember it was John Lennon's voice
Lingering in the darkened bedroom,

Looming over me like an audible mist,
Accompanied only by the hum

Drum rhythm of an osculating
Fan in the far corner churning stale

Air into a stinging breeze of late night
Emptiness -insomnia's blank stare.

Where my needs and desires are laid,
Bedsheets and thoughts of you are all I wear.