Within the timid constraints
of timber
we face each other
and face the future.
We discuss the triviality
of sentience, the disruption
caused by depth
we agreed that these things
aren’t for discussion
in bed
but they creep in anyway
and like us they lie
and they stay.
When you’re asleep,
who do you think of?
Because it pains me to think
I’ve betrayed you,
in dreams.
Hurts to say that my psyche
could be so
captured by the other.
When you turn away
you turn to her
behind your eyes
And no one ever says
that when you buy a bed
you wont be able to sleep in it.
But sadly so, perhaps
you’re better off on the sofa,
better off just going.
My side, your side
the divide created by sharing
is impossible.
Time to turn out the lights.
Just know that when you say goodnight
you’re really saying goodbye.
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