These candid eyes,
staring at the summer sunset,
watching you
while you are sleeping
on my ragged bed,
tired, exhausted.
It’s my best escape.
Here with you,
without knowing my
presence, loathing at your
peaceful slumber.
Still, we don’t talk to
each other when we’re both
awake. How long can we endure
our conflict?
We aren’t gods.
This should stop.
But no one is asserting.
2023