Crossed Fingers

her

 

I woke up in the middle of the night.

 

I was in his room.

 

I was in his bed.

 

He’s holding my fingers

 

My middle and index finger are still clasped together.

 

I uncross them and lie there.

 

I stare at the ceiling.

 

I’m confused.

 

Everything is confusing.

 

Overwhelming.

 

He won’t last.

 

Love never lasts.

 

You’re not supposed to fall in love.

 

Someone always forgets to catch you.