New Year’s Morning
I couldn’t sleep that night.
Not with your arm draped across my body
like a heavy vine, making my heart quicken.
I could not sleep knowing what that grey,
new year dawn would bring. Furrowed brows,
stolen glances, an awkward kiss on the cheek.
I still cannot sleep at night.
I feel your touch, I hear your promises.
(Promises quickly retracted.)
I sleep instead in the noisy hours of the morning
when I have no memories of you.
You’re always gone by then.