Insomnia

"You know,
if I still loved you..."
(It's hardly a question of if,
for when have I stopped?)

Silence follows, until
"Haha, you almost had me!"
Of course we're past that double-bed disaster
(friendship confused for love)

But I'm still hilarious.
And it's times like these, I wish
I didn't believe
every word you said.

"You know it's funny how things worked out...
Who would have thought?"
I should have;
it was in your bones.

I was lucky enough
to dance with perfection
but couldn't you lend me your apathy
for a night?

You continue happily,
empty can held high,
"To today."
Always a man of words.

"To tomorrow,"
I counter, with a clink,
praying for the future
that repeats yesterday's mistakes.

Lulls (I love) do bore you
so stumble to your feet,
while I remember not to help you up
(keep my hands to myself)

"Well I'm off to bed...
Care to join me?"
You raise that eyebrow well
every time you kid.

"Good night," I sigh
without the words to turn you down.
You stagger into our room
Turning in the doorway:

"You know you want to..."
Peeling eggshell frames your wink.
I smile for the wrong reason
but your door slams shut.

And it's just another night
where all I can think about
is my abomination for
Twin mattresses.