Warm Nights, Restless Hearts Poem by Sonny Rainshine

That night you stayed out all night
and came home drunk at 4 AM:
What were you looking for? Flight?
Was it wine or was it roses
or other pleasures that night discloses;
Was it a reaction to routine—
a keen sense of deprivation,
a holy ritual, a pilgrimage
to the consecrated zone
of the demi-monde?

Were you like Proust
in search of lost time
in the sparkle of the grime
and quartz particles of
city sidewalks?

I know that it is possible
to feel lonely even with
people you love.
I hope a time will come
when we can battle our demons
together.