he lay on edge of the front couch
in deep silence and under cold covers
layered with skin, she lay on in, with him.
felt uneasy, still, she slid in and slept in same deep silence.
closed her eyes, loudly thoughts raged
forth and back and back and forth and
she felt his 5 digits cuddle the small of her thin
waist and his face press against her head with comfort.
then, the irrevocable why came to haunt her thought.
why do you cuddle your phone the same you cuddle me?
why do your words travel a distance longer and farther than i exist?
why do your eyes venture into the thicket of a dream when i am not in it?
why am i still sleeping on this couch in sin?
why do i try to convince myself that i am his number one at the top of a list?
why am i still sleeping in this couch of sin?
why do you tell me the same i hear in song lyrics?
she crept out from underneath his cratered palm.
she hung her head heavily below a ceiling that beat with rain.
she gathered her items. slowly. she tip toed into front room
and held his figure tightly in her eyes, and grinned.
out of his captivity, she gave her free
to walk and leave and never come back to he
because he cheat and he lie and he is close acquaintance with her
good-bye.
