I take my clothes off in the dark

[jon_oneill]

I take my clothes off in the dark,
I am cold-I ask you where you’ve been.
You don’t know; I am alone.
My face gets hot, my feet get cold.
(Like talking to a ghost, I whisper to myself)
Your skin is soft, I remember it that way;
your voice is light, your words were sharp;
it’s been some days, are things okay?
(With me, with you) you speak your darts,
you move your arms, are things all right
you move your heart, you move your smile-
all I have are how things seem; you’ve got me.
Are you happy just to see me, now, like you were?
I don’t feel that way lately and maybe
we’ve gone on too long, written all our songs
righted all our wrongs written too many words
we wouldn’t say aloud. My heart beats loudly;
I don’t remember when it began.
I wonder will it end, will we let it, when it asks,
when it’s done, when it’s ready
when it’s set to stop beating beating beating b-
you’ve been out with friends, at home with the TV.
You’ve been alone, but not lonely
I don’t understand; there are people here always
and I only want to be with you
the covers are warm but not comforting.
I’m not alone but I’m so lonely
you could fix it but you’re by yourself tonight.