Lonely Spine

That feeling when you’re drifting apart.

I remember that night
When you stroked the skin on my spine
And I don’t know why,
But it told me
That I was yours.
You wanted no one else,
At least in that moment.
But things feel different now.

The way you sit next to me
As you accelerate on the highway
Tells me that I am not yours.
Any man could be beside you,
Sitting here in the cold confines of your Mazda,
Going eighty miles per hour
As we find somewhere that’s open
At 12:48am.
The way you look at me,
Your eyes are empty and friendly.
Your smile is slight and held up by marionette strings.
The way our silences hug,
I feel that I am a thought
In the back of your mind,
Only there to linger as something more important passes through.

In that moment,
As we held each other in the darkness,
Trying not to be swallowed,
I was yours.
You were mine.
Why is the world so cold now?

Author's Note

I wrote this while half asleep so it may be a bit wonky.