Pillow talk

Your fingertips, half asleep

Used to trace over my skin,

Over goosebumps,

So lightly that

I could not tell

If I was imagining it.

Then I was

Only imagining it.


“I love you”,

Half-mumbled into the pillows

Did I imagine that too?


Now I avoid your eyes as we

Pretend not to notice each other

Or else we have to make small talk

Which is even more painful.


Half awake and

Half asleep

In the early mornings;

The radio on low,

The light dancing

Over my reluctant eyelids.

Do I remember a shared happiness

Or was it all in my mind?



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