katre

sleeping in your bed again.
devoured by jests, smirks, caffeine;
understanding better and
leaving yesterdays adrift.
your squinty eyes are sad,
i know.
security deprived of you,
and mishaps galore.

you smile, yet bleed.
and this you do
while i sleep in your bed
again
tonight.


he called

i was lying on the floor,
heart clutched tightly in reminiscence-
and he calls;
you smile.
what little effort he makes
to etch his name
unto your tears and paper,
manning the quill carelessly
and leading you down that road
where people had to choose;
and you didn't.

you just left.