Sometimes you talk in your sleep.  

A startled shout or
burst
of laughter and I
stumble

out of my latest dream
and into your
drowsy dialogue,
eager

to catch a glimpse of these
nighttime companions but
they scatter
back to silence

the moment i turn my head.

It was so silent as I felt
Your hand in mine.
It’s heavy, you told me.
It’s heavy.
Heavy is the word I have grown to fear
On the lips of you, lover.
The lips that have been so kind
To me
Sweet to me
Fidelity.
But that’s all soiled now
With the dirt of lover’s past.
Of moments where you fell – I couldn’t catch you!
Moments where you didn’t want to be here
Anymore.
Lover, the ribbons are unraveling
In this quiet.
This quiet hum of the engine (roaring) and
The thought of only
Your hand in mine.
The shade of your eyes
Looking back and forth,
Whispering forgive me.
But all I hear is heavy.
Buried by your heavy.
Forgive me, laughs your heavy.
Your hand is so heavy in mine.