Epiphany

In the middle of the night, I used to kiss your forehead,

Whispering in your ear threats to your bad dreams,

But as of late we barely say goodnight, maybe a kiss before bed,

We’re growing apart, growing cold, or so it seems.

There was a time I would hold you tight, squeeze away the shaking,

Or wake you up with soft kisses and touches of passion,

But now I leave early enough to indulge in the addictions I’ve been craving,

Approaching our relationship like slow motion cars crashing.

I know you’ve been hurting, you smile, but I can read your eyes,

I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy, so I leave you with this,

I’ve unzipped my skin and shed my disguise,

To leave you a note under your pillow, sealed with a kiss.