Parallel Lines

I stare gently as you sleep.

Your makeup trails across the

pillow in

parallel lines.

 

The smell of wine grows between us

With every heaving and falling

of you.

 

Why have you stayed away for so long,

Where have you been? Why

Stumble through the cold city night

When I would have come to whisk you

back home?

 

There’s something about you that I

can’t touch

 

Some piece that you keep

Hidden away in your furrowed brow

as you rest.

 

Somehow I know that getting to that

Wounded little part of your life

Would be as easy as trying to

Make the parallel lines of

you and me

intersect.