3am

3am
The rest of the world was asleep 
While your mind on the other hand, never is
You occupied it
with inhale of your beloved Mary Jane

I study every smoke cloud that leaves your body
As that same dumb couple argues on TV
when will they learn I ask myself

Suddenly I felt the weight
Of the bed shift
A cold bony hand
Grabs my shoulder 

Felt my flannel slowly sliding off my back
And without hesitation
I fall into the comfort of your touch 

Your breathing becomes scattered
As I trace every single rib 
that protrudes your dull skin

Dirty nails 
make its way up my chest 
And around my neck
Which is accompanied 
By your chapped lips 

Maybe we're both wrong I thought
As the adrenaline and sweat leave my body
I placed my body next to yours
Under the blue covers

You casually turn your back
So all I see is your silhouette
I did the same 
As the couple on TV made up again 

I stare into the dark room
Conscious of every sound
Every movement you make

Which forces me to catch my breath 
For I hope
You finally decide to hold me 

6:50am 
It came around
Just as I started to close my eyes

Felt the bed shift again
And the urge to sleep
Suddenly disappears

Your mother left for work
While your presence left me 
I roll over to see you up 
Already saying good morning 
To Mary Jane

I pick up my clothes 
that slept on the floor 
And I head downstairs to leave

I went to grab the door 
To the garage
I turn the knob slightly 
And look back up the stairs

You weren't there 
you never are

But you'll make the time 
To call at 2am
On a weekday 

And impulsively 
I'm leaving my twin bed
and climbing under your blue covers

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