it’s already getting light
the pm mixed
morning into night
i didn’t notice
but the
light feels different on my skin
your chest is falling
and when it rises it takes me too
and your
light snoring
makes me feel safer than i usually do
i think i must have slept
but waking was more dreamlike
to begin to explain
wouldn’t help anything
and
the look on your face is surreal
like a slideshow of everything you feel
with your eyes closed facing me
i can tell that
you’re asleep
from the way your breathing slows
into
steady echoes
i can feel it on my skin
and you’re warm inside this thing
when i packed away the duvet
with deliberation
to try and
make the moment last
and any hesitation
and
any hesitation
when you had to leave
was only from my mind
turning my
hopes into belief