I fall asleep
to the sound of the clock,
that stopped weeks ago,
but I like hearing things
that are not present for days now.
I drift away
into a sleepless dream about you
and our dreamless sleepovers
together,
where the tone of your voice
is the perfect alarm
in the never-coming morning.
We fall asleep
to my body belonging to yours
and
we never say a word,
when it’s time to leave,
because I hate asking questions
and
you’ve already asked yours.
– Chatty Owl –
