I woke up this morning without a clock.
I woke up to your voice.
Your voice was loud,
you're only a couple miles away after all.
You spoke hesitantly but strongly.
I, with my eyes closed and my hands at my side,
listened with a sigh hanging in my throat,
and a quiver at my lips.
You spoke hesitantly with minimal eye contact.
You said,
"I want to be single."
That doesn't answer my question
I think I like the buzz of the clock better that your voice

I wanted you with me today,
the first day that I cried in so long.
I wanted you there to hold my hand
like you did so many weeks ago.
I wanted you to watch me cry
with those marble eyes of yours
until you started to cry as well.
Then your small lips sagging,
trying to speak.
But you don't need to speak,
I'll hold your hand
like you did for me so many weeks ago.

Today the tears rolled down my cheeks.
Finally,
after what has seemed to be a drought over the Amazon.
My lids filled to the brim
overflowing into the valleys
at the base of my nose,
across my lips,
and at the cleft of my chin.
Even rolling down my neck,
if the picture called for it.
My lids filled to the brim,
drenching my fingers.
Filling the valleys at their tips.
Every crevice taking full advantage of this nourishment.
Who knew how long it would last,
or when it would come again.

You told them the other day
that you felt clear-headed, confident, and genuinely happy.
Wonder why you haven't told me yet.
Maybe you thought I wouldn't want to know.
Doesn't matter I guess.
I knew after that bike ride you took to the bay,
the one with all those willow trees,
that you longed for the knife of that butcher.
That butcher guy that you used to hang around with.
What's his name again..
Doesn't matter I guess.
I just wish you would tell me why you are so happy.

They painted a pretty picture.
A red baby,
two smiling parents.
Some what of a narrative I guess.
These two,
they met,
the fought,
they ******.
And now they have this red baby.
I guess they're in love.

Seems fitting that a mattress store would be open at 2am.
Maybe I'll stop by one day.
Wonder if that's where all of us go.
Maybe I'll stop by one day
and pick up a twin,
seems fitting.

You make me so very happy
when you turn your cheek.
I reach for your lips
but instead I get an ear.
What?