And we caught onto something I held on to the night

He sighs

In his sleep

It wakes me

Just enough

To notice

The reflection of the street light 

On the floor

It never really gets dark

At night

In the city

Some nights it comforting

And 

Some nights it's irritating

He sighs in his sleep

And I press my forehead into

The space between his shoulder blades

I can't sleep

In the distance I hear 

The sound of someone's tv

And footsteps from the people upstairs

I'm tired

Of waking up

Before the sun

He sighs in his sleep

And I watch him breathing

In the mirror

Across from our bed

He looks like a stranger 

To me

In the dark

Where we met

Maybe now we're just ghosts

Of who we used to be

To each other

I think

We hold hands

Under the covers

He brushes my hair from my eyes

I sleep better

With my head

In his hand

He sighs when he sleeps

And I let myself fall

Between his breath

Between yesterday and tomorrow

I roll over 

Into the night

And hide

Until morning