I wonder if it's harder for you
Or easier, or nothing.
It's hard for me.
Awake: alone.
Phone: silent.
Home: not home.
It comes in waves
And when I think it's stopped, the cat looks at me like that
Or you say "you can take the bed"
Or I see others, being what we were, long ago.
They won't stop coming.
Out of no where, torrential rains attacked
Leaving class, on the public bus
In the shower where we made love, once.
Twice
Three times.
It's over.
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 12:22 AM UTC
I wonder if it's harder for you
Or easier, or nothing.
It's hard for me.
Awake: alone.
Phone: silent.
Home: not home.
It comes in waves
And when I think it's stopped, the cat looks at me like that
Or you say "you can take the bed"
Or I see others, being what we were, long ago.
They won't stop coming.
Out of no where, torrential rains attacked
Leaving class, on the public bus
In the shower where we made love, once.
Twice
Three times.
It's over.