the days when I cannot see you stretch out like gum,
wrap themselves around me,
engulf me
in a strange and dark trance.  
when you finally come to me
on hushed friday nights
when the stillness of the city
lies thick on top of it
like a blanket,
it feels like waking up.
you take my hand
in the harsh white light of the tram,
but you will not look at me.
instead, you look down
on our intertwined fingers,
stroking my thumb with yours.
we talk about how things might be,
soon. soon.
in the dark, we kiss
until you can fall asleep.