There was a woman, there was a man.
After they had sex
the man swiftly and without pause fell into deep sleep
the woman cried, silently, next to him.
Hoping she could keep her sobs still
Enough to continue his sleep cycle uninterrupted
Wishing she could just fall asleep, she moves her silent tears to the shower.
She had almost turned over in bed and said to him "I miss you"
Unthinkingly, her tongue retreated in her mouth like a finger from a thorn.
She realized she missed who they had been.
She missed him, him who was lying right next to her.
It was a month after her birthday, but all she wanted as her belated gift was
For him to open his fortress of a head
To tell her what he was thinking, what he was feeling.
She wanted to shake him, to interrogate him and ask him why she was there,
Ask him how he could love her and not like her anymore.
Ask him if he still liked her.
The woman looked up at the moon and cried.
The man looked up at the moon and swallowed.