Doom

Her phone…..

Makes a lot of noise while she’s asleep.

All the different songs and buzzes gently pound against the outermost layer of my Cerebral cortex.

Or,

maybe that's just me over thinking…..

I mean it’s really none of my business to be thinking at all.

Besides,

 if she’s here with me

physically,

why should I care about who’s on the other end of a phone call...

or text..

Let me lie back down 

and lie to myself,

About what this really is and how much it means to me.

She’s free

I’m free

So we can be

Whatever we choose to be.

And if we choose to live this life differently 

Then we must accept living life separately 

Respectfully

I know

For us

There is no infinity or beyond for this temporary universe we've created

Just a black hole containing the sweetest dreams turned nightmares.