Ships

You wanted to sleep
but I wouldn't let you
until I had the last word.

Under covers and sheets as twisted
as words I repeat.

And that's how we remain, unconvinced but not unscathed
and so tired.

Forget the facts.
Don't think, just react.
I thought we were past that.

Late to bed
too late to mean it.
Late to rise,
too late for breakfast.

I'm the same boy I was in my youth,
and regrets don't last forever.

But you're no fool, and I won't leave too soon.