valentine

you
lying in bed, middle of night
deleting my favorite shows
insomnia
releasing your indifference
to what you’ve willed us to become

me
asking myself, laying next to you
what happened to turn you so sour
insomnia
prone and awake beside you
too afraid to hear the spoken truth

us
alone together in the blue glow
of our interrupted dream state
insomnia
the remaining common ground
in our unfulfilled tragedy