stay. Would he
downplay
spectacular
times together,
forget the best,
remember the
lows?
As if I had
never entered his
life, never existed,
would he
toss
all promise of
tomorrow,
tumble headlong
into old
routines?
As if
he had never
told me he loved me?
I Was Supposed to Sleep?
Thoughts bulleted
in my brain, ricocheting,
creative side to practical side,
lustful half to hateful half.
Sleep? Yeah, right.
I got up, located cleanser
and sponge, scrubbed
the bathroom,
washed the dishes,