I want to wither away with you.
I light a cigarette and think about how I always wanted to spend Friday night
drunk enough to forget where I come from
with someone whose name I never learned.
Now I only long to be snuggled up next to my window, aching to have your lazy body against mine as I listen to you talk about your day.
I want your weekday exhaustion and your Friday night relief.
I want your sleep drenched kisses, your saliva, and your warm breath.
I light another.
Strained voices and muffled laughter.
I ask you what you’re wearing and imagine you trying to fall asleep beside me, my fingers running through your hair.
I hear you go quiet and smile to myself,
put out the cigarette with my fingers and shut the window.
I then lie in my bed with all of you on my mind and fall asleep to the sound of you breathing.