Possibly reposted?

AGAIN

He's lying

here next to me

as the ceiling fan circulates

our breaths

caressing each other's bodies

we lay next to one another

hand upon sweaty hand

breathing like metronomes

an undefined beat

my eyes shifty to the armless clock

numbers flash

(one-two-colon-zero-zero

one-two-colon-zero-zero)

the wicker waste basket is still full

of our past

and he's here lying next

to me