first

I remember you lying next to me,
remember the blinds lying next to each other
but never really touching. between each two, a slit
Us two on a twin bed that was never meant to fit two
and perhaps the bed was telling us that we would never fit
in a space too small for me and you

a passionate lethargy; hands roam free
I get too lazy to leave the bed,
but you venture out there
I lie still, slumbering quietly
patiently waiting the return of my [           ]