I heard her groan br from the spasstic movements br of her legs, that old army wound br acting up again br br breaking sleep from dead of night br drove her to the kitchen light br coffee and cigarettes, at one time, br I'd join her in the painful wake br br now days she refuses, declines my br sleepy company, for radio, br talk shows or TV satelite br and ninety channels that glow at night br br all these aids and we grow apart.