Poetry

Pillowtalk (8/23/23)

Drifting away to sleep
Bodies tangled
Familiar mixup of limbs
Comfortable and safe

His voice whispers
In the still night
“I can’t remember if I told you today
But I love you”

And with those last words
He relaxes into sleep
While she lies awake
Squeezing her eyes shut tight

Trying to capture that moment
Like a snapshot in her heart
That she can keep in a box
And look at whenever she wants

When he’s not there
When the beast living in his brain
Devouring him little by little
Finally consumes him

And all that she’s left with is the
Ghost of pillowtalk