i lean to the left
in the cab, in bed
at the restaurant
on your shoulder
my left ear
so used to having your arm underneath
is now trying to fill on its own
the sound of the silence of the hollow
in the absence of the hum
of your heavy breathing to follow
i used to lean to my left
before you pulled away your arm
and said
TONIGHT, OH TONIGHT
i leaned to my left
for what seems like forever
yet
seems like just one day
that day
by the pool
with the dog
on the bed
away from the crowd
yet part of them
i leaned my head to the left
even then
even yesterday
even tomorrow
until you said the one word
TONIGHT
and unraveled what was unsaid
OH TONIGHT
another day when i lean to the left
OH TONIGHT
another sleepless night.
