After intimacy, we each
Moved to our own
Side of the bed,

Trying to find sleep.
And when sleep did not come,
I moved back to where you were

Lying still awake,
And put my arms around you.
You drew close to me,

Whispering words
I could not always hear.
The summer went by

Like that, as we alternated
Around each other,
Trying to find stability.

One night it all came apart.
It was like an egg breaking,
Or dark falling too early.

So I went back to the loneliness
I knew before I met you.
The days revolve like helicopters

In my mind. September
Returns like a forgotten relative.
Dark comes early.