Comparison I want to explain how when I cannot sleep, after I have pulled back the comforter and have taken the sheet from the mattress, how when I cannot decide whether to stay and to press closed my eyes, or whether to stand up and flip on the light, that this must have been what you felt those final days, when you rested in bed and heard my mother’s broken voice. Like a wave of the hand in the night, you made a simple departure. I stand up and walk toward the lamp. ©Jennifer LeBlanc