Hard is the day
To start,
When waking with
A heavy heart.

I feel for you
halfheartedly,
over the phone.

Are you trying?

--

I'm in your t-shirt
pulling dreadfully at the creases in my sleep
burying myself so I cannot breathe
to seek some of last week's
comfort.  
Maybe I don't want to be here if you're not.

--

I have been so lonely, 'I miss you' is the mouth of the well.

I should resist you;
like you resist me
it's not easy