We're crawling into each other's arms
like sleeping bags
pretending we're cold
but the reality is that
I always sleep better when you were my pillow.
I haven't seen the glow in your eyes
for a few weeks now,
foggy vacant streets replace
the night sky that I used to stare into
before drifting away to meet them again
in my dreams.
I didn't think you'd come back to this.
I didn't think you'd allow yourself to
feel vulnerable under my touch.
I don't know what map you took
to get yourself back under my sheets
back under my skin.
we're trapped in a tornado
spiraling back into old habits.
I thought our wordless goodbye
was the end to whatever meaning laid
behind the notion of "us"
but sometimes moments are gestural
and you made your point.
I thought I was done
trying to list every mistake
that starts with your name
but I guess that I wasn't quite finished