taps

we rarely say goodnight

save for the moments

we are parted

desperately grasping

at fading visions of intimacy

as the deep ether

the vacuum comes

to wrench from us our

connection

replacing it

with the indecency of doubt

and unsmooshed pillows

as night reminds us

exactly how far away

we are

were maps to matter

and perhaps the

lilting lullabies linger

longer than those moments

when i have waken

with a mouthful of your hair

it cannot not diminish

all the mornings