staying up late, avoiding bedtime
i forget why separation was a good idea
slide into bed, exhausted but un-sleepy
the bed, huge and empty
not spooning, feels wrong
like interlocking my fingers left over right
alternating between studying the stucco ceiling and closing my eyes
i only remember the good times
your laugh
saturday morning sleep-ins
morning massages
morning arrives
some time in the night my brain fell asleep
or at least turned off
now, still exhausted
i face a day filled with distractions
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