Rivaled Rejection

by nicole bowman

In the dark of the morning,

I was awake; you were asleep.

I was thinking about-- everything.

In the dark of the morning,

you woke up, pushed your

interested body against mine.

In the dark of the morning,

I responded, “Can you hold me?”

Your muscular arms embraced me.

In the dark of the morning,

I fell asleep, thinking about-- you.

Just you. Just us.