When you kissed me this morning,
it all seemed to melt away with the rising sun.
I couldn't sleep last night
unless that too was a dream.
Tossing, tossing, turning to stare
into the eyes of oblivion.

Can't get it off my mind.
Not sure if I care or care because
our secrets are now shared. Do
they whisper across the room,
pointing with only their eyes and ill will.

"Some would say you're cooler because you don't."

But no one really says anything, to our faces.

Perhaps my inner monologue will subside with the setting sun.