Every Night

When I turn out the light
in the space between the switch
and my head resting on the pillow

There is a split second when I feel
my dad down the hall
or my brother in the next room

Before I remember I’m alone 
and I feel like a child
who’s doing something 

Very brave and very grown up
by turning out my light 
and going to sleep on my own

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