in my ear
you used to sing to me in our
late nights of truths. love songs
that made me uncomfortable,
drifting me off to sleep.
a sleep that you watched until
i woke up, got uncomfortable again.
then time made us scared, in the way
it does when it winds down,
so we stopped
just as i
started singing,
just as i started
getting comfortable
too.
This poem is about:
Me