2 AM

You laughed at something on your phone just now. I waited for you to turn and show me How, but you didn't. But you didn't. And three years ago, you would have. It's not a fight, it's not a lie. It's just the way you don't ask why. I'm staring at the ceiling light At two AM again tonight. I sleep On the left side of the bed. You sleep like I'm already gone. We talk about the weather and the rent, And nothing that we're really standing on. I used to be the first thing on your Mind. Now I'm the last thing you admit. I'm learning how to lose you slow. Not all at once, Just bit by bit. Last month I got some news I couldn't say. I stood right in the kitchen anyway, And you didn't look up. And I didn't cry enough. It's not that someone else is there. It's worse, you just don't really care if I'm Happy, if I'm scared. You're here, but you're not here. I sleep on the left side of the bed. You sleep like I'm already gone. We talk about the weather and the rent, And nothing that we're really standing on. I used to be the first thing on your Mind. Now I'm the last thing you admit. I'm learning how to lose you slow. Not all at once, just bit by bit. I keep imagining the day I pack my things And walk away, and you don't call me. And that's the part that breaks me most of All. Not the goodbye, The nothing after the goodbye. I sleep on the left side of the bed. You turn your back, and I let you. And I let you. I sleep on the left side of the bed. You sleep like I'm already gone. Oh. We talk about the weather and the Rent, and nothing that we're really standing on. I used to be the first thing on your Mind. Now I'm the last thing you admit. I'm learning how to lose you slow. Not all at once, Just bit by bit.