The night seems long -
the moon overtook the sky hours ago
and I sit here, watching it arc its way
down to the horizon below.

You were there before,
sitting in your oh-so-uncaring
way, chatting about work and sex
as though the subject matter
held the same weight -
especially nights with me.

"Obligations are obligations"
you callously murmur.
I glare at you silently,
watching your knees as they jitter
beneath the blanket that covers us both.

Sensitivity seems to have missed you
when it did its rounds.

04/21/2012

Posted on 04/22/2012
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