woodandhoney

You don’t know me,

I don’t know you, but still our words are heavy with expectation

And I rarely take baths but when I do I look out the window and see our verbs and adjectives trying to get through

If you make dinner, I’ll do the laundry

and even though my heart yearns for steady rhythms I can’t feel easy at the thought of us and not you or me

Under covers I see your heavy words on my eyelids

and sleep won’t come when I can feel all the things you need pressing down on me