To Susan Cooper

Three minutes to midnight,

You said
when we were waiting for him.

Three minutes to midnight.

No names,

we are nobodies
in the death of the night

waiting for him.

Count me in your league

I insisted and followed you
down to the riverside.

You told me to shut my mouth
and wait.

Three minutes to midnight

and nobody is coming.
Now I regret taking
some extra pills.

Three minutes to death.

Your
blood
stained
my hands.