You come home bowlegged and saddled with the weight
Of your love for me. I shrug at the sight and say:
“Dinner’s over there on the counter, I already ate;
Now go take a shower, the TV’s on and you’re in the way.”
You will undoubtedly move to obey my orders
But in the end fail to notice and process
That the air kiss from my mouth’s borders
To your back is a testimony to feelings I won’t confess.
I will weaken and fall to your revenge later on
When late that night I find myself in bed, alone,
As you turn to the favor of a coming dawn
With solitude and beer at your side, instead of a phone.
We are like this – together and alone – you see,
Because we, as one, don’t know how else to be.