The Morning After

After a weekend of angry fixes and a week of
Meaningless sex
That tries very hard but had nothing to say,
Becoming a masked rock for thoughts unvoiced;
After a miscommunicated day of dating,
Engagements and NotMarraiges,
You turned off the alarm.
Fell back asleep in my arms.
You keep yelling at me not to stare at you,
While you are
Changing
Reading
Talking.
What's the big secret that I
Am Not Supposed To See?
Who are you hiding from me?
And while we're in this hurricane of
NotSpeaking
NotStaring
and NotSexing,
Remember not to kiss me Goodbye or
Goodnight,
While you're at it.
Why, darling, do we care as we did
Only in dreams?