We never agreed to sleep on it:
Nobody does. Though we started
Turning over, sharing the sheets,
Only a faint light from the blinds
Watching over us, we never said
Those words were nestled with us, vying
For presence: there with the alarm clock
We forgot to set, the washing up
We left downstairs, and a relative
We failed to call at all that day.
The faint warmth through the duvet
Pretended that you were still there, among
The other unspoken things.
Do you remember,
How despite ourselves, we slept and sighed,
Dreaming that we even dreamt in love;
In all those hours we failed to speak,
And the silence died.
(Don’t worry darling. Not my current mood.)