What is a relationship
Who are you when the light’s on,
the kitchen clean, your glass full
of cold milk at midnight?
I’d’ve turned a new page up, but you caught me
crawling all over the internet, by land or sea,
candling between these personal coasts.
Funny how we have this discussion as if we were
beside ourselves.The questions walk out
on me, and I try to seem surprised.
Out of tune, our words go
at our respective faces. I’m sorry
for knowing you by accident this time.