From cot to couch, and still I lay
Feeling defeated, drained. Not by the space, but by the day.
Having done so much, yet still so little,
Is always the way it feels without your
One kiss both is and isn’t enough, but like always, we must wait, because on Broadway
“Rushing a romance is a guaranteed killer.”
So before I let our love bleed dead because of my greed,
I’ll feign sleep, knowing that when all are gone, it is only me you