i didn’t hear that dear

lay me in between

the arms of your doubt and your sleep

keep me close when there is no love

even if tonight we are lovers

consider me in the curl of a question mark

when you are huddled

trying to learn how to hold tight

in spring

eaten by the heat

and the leaking fingers

in summer

moving to the other side of the bed

where sleep is better

and a head can fall

in autumn

then winter comes

where each snow is unlike any other before

but on the ground

they all look the same

even you in bed

alone

watching bodies crash down

into the single truth there is

scream it scream it

tell it to me

the world was made out of loneliness

and will be destroyed by it

too