as I woke up next to you
it was as if I never experienced intimacy before
being this comfortable around someone else
while completely vulnerable
is this normal?
this is an alien concept to me
and yet despite being so self absorbed in those moments trying to fathom this sensation
I still find myself troubled by your eyes that wander
searching the ceiling and walls for answers
they never reply but you search harder still
any type of concern is met with a dismissive "nothing" or "I'm fine"
when we both know that is a lie
again in my streak of self obsession I beg to share your sorrow
to remind you that past mistakes are nothing more than that

and that despite the 80 miles and 16 dollar train ticket that separates us
I'll be right here waiting for you
on this bed of dandelions