Next to me your breath is full and rapid full of something unfamiliar. I am torn. I feel my heart bulge beneath my thin thin skin. I fill my lungs with stale air trying to stay present…we are stale, not the air. I can’t sleep I can’t speak to you. There was a time when your eyes would fill with water like the Portland skys because your heart was full of too much love. Your eyes are old deserts now where no life grows. Where is this oasis where is the line we draw in the sand where is the line I draw in my heart. I can’t sleep I can’t speak to you…