February 26th
I choose a can of peaches for you next, and when I watch you from the doorway, I see you lick your lips for all the syrup.
When you sleep, I wonder what you’re dreaming about. Your eyes move beneath your eyelids and your body twitches every now and then. You remind me of a dog, dreaming of chasing sticks, paws pattering. If I lie beside you, could we run together? I once thought we’d run to where nobody could find us. But we are there now, and it seems we are still running. People like us aren’t allowed to run forever.
I come closer as you sleep on, and lean down to feel your warm, even breath against my face. I breathe it inside me, then brush my lips against yours, tasting peach juice. You do not open your eyes. You do not get angry like last time; you do not throw me off. You are too weak to hurt me now: this kiss is just for me. Sleep and I have paired up, won. Only, I feel more hollow than ever.