i feel your aches 

 behind lowered eyelids 

 on your forearm 

 the air all along another girl’s neck 

 a reminder
 that trust is not a decision 
and so it is not something to be regretted 

 what i want is basic and unattainable 

 i can go calmly and quietly 
as if slipping out of a dark room at night 

 create 
this unnoticeable absence 

 maybe things just seem strange, nebulous 

 for a few seconds’ time 


 like a dream of waking up in your own bed