One Nightstand

Hidden inside these walnut-
finished solid oak
drawers, guarded by half-
moon pulls,
live remnants
from another life-
time when you & I braved a night
entwine,
locked
together like a dovetail joint,
confessed our affection
under a single streetlight
     at Taylor & John.

But the next day
you torqued my slides
& sent me off track
when you decided
we were misaligned
     & you moved on.

My Nightstand is Nothing Special (to You)

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Night (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Night Hawk,” “Night Rider,” “Night and Day,” “Night Watchman,” or even “Nightmare.”

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