It's Just Me, Standing Here

I have a hard time leaving you

As I gather my things, you glance at me
from your curled position in the bed
I was just sleeping in.
I can only see your eyes-
the rest of you is hidden under your blankets,
and I know your eyes
can only see me.
They live wherever you make them look,
they see only what you make them see,
which is why I always seem to catch you staring.
There is no door,
there is no room,
there is no icy chill of November
bouncing off the window next to your bed.
It's just me, standing here, looking at you,
looking back at me.
And yet,
your heart and your eyes don't get along.
Your heart clings to a lover that you
carelessly tossed aside months ago
in a time of anticipated change.
I didn't know you then.
Sometimes, I feel like I don't know you now.
But
I love you.
And I will continue to love you
until I'm cast aside like I know you've
done before.
I suppose I'm simply waiting for the day
when everything just breaks.
Then, you can kiss me
one last time,
branding me permanently with your pursed lips,
leaving me forever
just a whisper away.