By Chris Zaremba

 

I watched you fall asleep last night..
I watched you slip away
as darkness slipped his arm
around my shoulder,
in your place.

The beating of your heart kept time
with the ticking of the clock
as minutes turned into hours,
awaiting my time to clock out.

Instead,
I listened to you talking in your dreams, again.
I wonder who it is you’re talking to
each night,
comfortably asleep in another world,
with other people,
as I lay quietly beside you,
not willing to interrupt your conversation.

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