Strange how we’re sleeping apart 
in the same apartment. May light 
pouring through bay windows. 
Prairies wearing summer heat. We 
hid the worst months of winter in each other. 

You sat half-naked reading 
short stories from my nightstand. 
Shadows tangled as we found a way 
to fit every night on a twin mattress. 
Room vast with possibility. 

Now doors are desperate to speak with locks 
gladly deaf. Dawn feeling like evening 
where on neon street corners, strangers move 
on from one another, realizing they aren’t 
worth the trouble to each other. 

We made it past the point where 
a promise or two, must come true. 
On either side of the story, mine 
or yours, our faults shine brighter 
than strengths. 

We tired the shameless act 
of ignorance. Darling,
for a moment were 
we anywhere close 
to what you believed. 

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