There's an aeroplane overhead
and a sickness in my stomach.
I can feel the filth on my teeth
and the warmth in my toes.
Little irritations, and I count
seconds ticking away as your
silence expands, even as I feel
it contracting around my skin.
The pregnant emptiness breaks
my peace to countless frustrations:
The pain in my elbows, the itching
of dry flesh, the fidgeting feet.
Weariness exudes from my pores
as I fight loneliness with excuses.
I'm pretty sure you've just fallen
asleep, but tonight alone is lonely.