I’m finished singing
just as your
breath got
heavy. Both of you.
I pulled myself up
from sitting cross legged
and they’ve both fallen asleep.
There’s a breeze from the
ceiling fan
and two sets of headlights coast across both of your lips.
And it feels like again its the first time.
Goodnight, my love.
You are my favorite.
Good night, my love.
You are my favorite.