Diagonal across our bed
Caressing where you lay your head
In the 6am reticent
I picture your face.
You didn’t come home again.
Another Saturday night of cold sheets and late excuses.
Who are you sleeping next to
When I curl up with
The fragmented reality of us?
My life is crumbling beneath me
But you’ve got the world at your feet.
When you wake up
Do you think of me,
Or am I just a veiled certainty
Casting a shadow on who you want to be?