You've Been Drifting

The slow nights

hours spent under those red lights

the paper eyes

watching ours close.

 

Your limbs spread unnaturally

reach for me

over pillows' crests,

while your conciousness sails away.

 

You're on your way to Nowhere

And I'm stuck in the Now Here.

But it's where we want to be.

These are the places that we need.

 

But when you cross the border

I'm alone in this home.

So while you're practicing tomorrows

I will give you some tonights.

 

With pallid eyes, low visibility

I send you telegrams of sincerity.

Set them across your sleeping face

with fingers light as dust.

 

You'll wake up tomorrow

appeased and satisfied.

I will know exactly why.