• The hardest thing to stand
    about falling apart on you,
    [aside from hearing myself say
    things like "my shrink told me..."]
    is waking up to see you smileing.

    You used to lie in the sun-beams
    staring at the wall expressionless.
    We both knew you were happy.

    Hearing you laugh too loud,
    feeling you squeeze my hand;
    small reminders that you're acting.
    I dream of waking next to you,
    lying in the sun-dogs,
    and not caring at all.