Spoon
There you were, on your side,
behind me,
temperate
and serenely sleeping.
There I was, on my side,
in front of you,
wintry, twitchy,
suddenly sober,
and awake.
Before you,
I never liked it like that.
After you,
I never liked it like that
again.
Twenty years later,
I still remember
the feel of your weight
on my elbow,
and how I didn’t mind
the ache.
C.A. MacConnell
There you were, on your side,
behind me,
temperate
and serenely sleeping.
There I was, on my side,
in front of you,
wintry, twitchy,
suddenly sober,
and awake.
Before you,
I never liked it like that.
After you,
I never liked it like that
again.
Twenty years later,
I still remember
the feel of your weight
on my elbow,
and how I didn’t mind
the ache.
C.A. MacConnell
