You lay side by side

And pondered why

I would want to understand.

You talked and i crammed

All the logic you threw at me

into my hollow head,

even though i disagreed

completely.

 

You lay side by side

and I read you a story,

the third of the night.

I read it by candle light.

It wasn't romance that prompted it.

Just a switchboard

That short circuited,

and a desire to read.

 

I watched the wall

Charred above the switchboard,

scarred beyond recognition,

inhaling slightly burnt air,

and how you smelt different.

I never realised when we fell asleep.

In the morning, I imagine,

no one reads aloud, really.

We have strange ways of spending time