It must have been the silk of your voice that
Lulled me to slumber
Because I
Can’t exactly remember the
Last time I was able to sleep
With another in the same
Sleeping space as I
But you are within arms length of my resting body
And although all I’d have to do is
Reach
It seems as if
I am tangled in the fabrics
Of your fabricated
Proposals of love and trust and me being the one and
And that may have been the case then
But now I have jolted up
It’s 2:23 in the morning
And you are on the deck that overlooks
The entire city that does sleep
A cigarette intertwined between the *******
That are Used to point, used to make a gesture
You are looking at your whole world
While I am staring
Straight at mine