Status: Completed
'Cause the Hardest Part of This is Leaving You.
Cemetary Drive
All qualities are the same – the light through the curtains, the faraway hum of traffic, the boiler rush of water. My body is more tired, my skin more transparent. I am less than yesterday.
And
Frank is in the camp bed.
I try to sit up, but can’t quite muster the energy. " Why did you sleep down there? "
He touches my hand. " You were in pain in the night. "
He opens the curtains just like he did yesterday. He stands at the window looking out. Beyond him, the sky is pale and watery.
We made love twenty-seven times and we shared a bed for sixty-two nights and that’s a lot of love
" Breakfast? " he says.
I don’t want to be dead.
I haven’t been loved this way for long enough
And
Frank is in the camp bed.
I try to sit up, but can’t quite muster the energy. " Why did you sleep down there? "
He touches my hand. " You were in pain in the night. "
He opens the curtains just like he did yesterday. He stands at the window looking out. Beyond him, the sky is pale and watery.
We made love twenty-seven times and we shared a bed for sixty-two nights and that’s a lot of love
" Breakfast? " he says.
I don’t want to be dead.
I haven’t been loved this way for long enough