a nap

i move over a little,

your head falls on my shoulder,

a snowflake on a windless day.

i say, what's wrong?

you say, everything.

everything.

i rest my head on yours.

i say, i love you.

i hear you breathe.

i lift my head,

look at your face,

beautifully sad.

i touch my lips to your brow,

to your nose.

i see a weak smile,

i spot some glitter at the corner

of your closed, wincing eyes,

and i kiss those eyes,

and my chapped lips

hurt and sting you and me a little.

i love you, don't you know,

don't you know...

someone taps me

on the shoulder you were resting on.

i look at the shape of a body 

standing before me,

i see two, or three...

you okay? it asks,

you're crying, you know.

you must have been having

quite some dream, it said,

and this couch is probably

not the best place to sleep.

i love you, do you know,

do you know...

thoughts of you

so heavy, i fall.

what do i do

when sleep finally comes,

and all it does

is remind me of you? 

don't be so cold,

can you...

leave me alone?

can i

let you?