We lay there in the middle of the night.
My back turned to you.
My back is always turned to you.
Your arm rests heavily over waist.
I’m so uncomfortable but I refuse to turn over.
I refuse to face you.
Read my mind, make things better.

You’re not right for me.
They never are right for me.

Your name is always on the tip of my tongue
and if you
wrap me in a blanket and place me by a fire
In the flames I’ll see your smile
But if I blink, it’ll disappear
Because our time, while full, was fleeting
And now you are just dandelion seeds in the summer breeze
that will land in another yard
To make someone else’s wishes come true.