We used to say
"good night"
to each other.
We used to know that,
come morning,
one of us,
at least,
would be ready to face the day,
would be ready
to hold the other up
through our
tireless texting
of the other,
a fifteen minute drive
and a world
away.

We don't say
"good night"
anymore.
We know that,
come morning,
at least one of us
will be even more
exhausted,
even more miserable
than the moment
we ceased
communication.
One of us
at least
will plod through the day,
head slanted towards
the same page in
a book
for hours,
support and help
a head turn of
forty-five degrees
and a world
away.