You lay not in discomfort

Suspended in a chosen darkness

Fidgeting, restless and yet not ill at ease

 

When thought speeds across your mind

Like the burst of sweet heroin

Pulsating the bloodstream

 

The lack of need to reach out

Made more prevalent to you

With each passing month this year

 

And now, at 2 am

You can’t understand why

You feel like picking up the phone

 

And hearing me mumble

My dazed pre dawn confusion to you

As you hold the knowingness of a smile

 

Your lips blossoming against the black plastic of the receiver.