Six hours and three bottles later
you and I are still knee deep in problems
we don’t know how to solve
with only two heads and two hearts.
Still lost and unsure, we have followed each other
into darker places than we had intended to travel to.
Silent, slow minutes have crawled into hours
and now we crawl too - Its all we know here
alone in this cold room.
I lay naked between worn sheets
while you drop off into slumber.
I wish I could follow you into
the depths of your mind
instead of being
in this untraveled place.
Some things are avoided
for a reason.