I can fall asleep with someone else in my arms; a dream
Of you still managing to infiltrate my unconscious state.
Why is that?
I can taste someone else's lips on my teeth; a whisper
Of your name still echoes through the bed sheets.
Why is that?
I can tell someone else I love them; a lie
I was never able to reconcile in your presence.
Why is that?
I can manage to find myself inside someone else; a memory
Of you that I will never be able to escape.
Why is that?
I can drink away a full moon in someone else's home; an escape
That never offers any solace from our story.
Why is that?
Maybe, I'm in love?
