Desolate

Blanket covers body

For warmth

For hiding

For loving

Loving and hiding

And hiding while you love

Hiding while you cry, as the hurt drinks your whole

Hiding and disappearing

For a while

From everyone and everywhere

While you're in your bed

Under the blanket

The thoughts in my head;

I claw my hair, scratch my neck

Cover my mouth

I sigh

I used to tell myself;

The reality manifested I suppose,

That there's no such place as away

But being gone doesn't need a destination

And a blanket is no cover for reveries

I close my eyes and see you there

And we are somewhere away

Far far away

Exactly where we wanted to be

Are we having coffee?

Half coffee, half cream.

You could say latte

But you won't say latte

You always say, half coffee, half cream.

Because I want half coffee and half cream and that's not a latte

Your eyes are wide in the declaration

And you smirk like the world is ridiculous

I smile, because

I would always agree with you

and I am smiling now

Under the blanket

But my smile is dampened, close to misery

I must have gone insane

I can hear you talk mundane

I miss your eyes

And just one more time, I want to gaze into your eyes when you smile

Like Iridescence in the sky

We are like half coffee, half cream, I tell you

One bitter without the other, you add

I run my hands through my hair

Just like you would in mine

Brush the strands from my face and tuck behind my ear

I turn to the side and bend my knees

Curled up like a child

Hold my hand and lace my fingers

Feels like you're holding mine

Under the blanket

But these are nocturnal prates

They are synthetic

And the love you show isn't real

But somehow, the hurt is real

Insurgent and rising

I stay inside the sheets for a while

Just to be near you

Before I yank the blanket away

Before I get up

I have to get to work

I have to meet the day and everything it brings

Everything but you

You're no longer in my life

But I'll meet you again when I come home tonight

Where you wait

Under the blanket

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