Six Seventeen, One A.M.-ish

we sleep here

tangled like vines

alone, waiting on you

i test the words

in my head-

this is ours

we live here

we

live

here

nothing of significance

to you, i think

warm bed

breakfast

a resting place

but here in my head

in my heart

this is

colossal

(i wasn't sure

i spelled that right)

this is giving up

a tiny part

to be with you

after-

if we don't-

there won't be anything.

i'm betting my life

on this.