Side Notes

It's no use.

I go through the days, sticky warm summer days and rainy cold mornings, I stand with his soft arms wrapped around me, I giggle at illicit proposals from new acquaintances, it's no use.

At night, when all the lights are out, when the city sleeps and I am wide awake, it is your eyes that keep me from sleep, your words that saunter slowly through my mind and leave crooked patterns in its interior. I know you walk these streets; I sense your solitary insomnia, the eternal summer that will not set you down, let you rest.

My windows are open.
You can climb in anytime you like.
We can be solitary insomniacs
together.