it was 9 pm
I opted to go to sleep.
you asked, “why?”

honey,
what good is it
to be awake
at time where
I’d like nothing more
than to die?

it was 9 am.
I stayed in bed.
you asked “why?”

darling,
why hurry
to be somewhere
you’re not wanted?

it was the weekend.
I remained in bed.
you asked “why?”

sweetie,
i’ve had enough.
i just need some rest.

i never woke up after that.

you stopped asking why.