My man is a professional

His arms are around me but when he closes his eyes he’s holding papers 

He tells me that I distract him

I fall asleep to his slapping at computer keys

To his face focused, lit up by a screen, 

And I know that he hides my face with other tabs

He hugs me while I rest, close my eyes and think of everything else on his mind

Everything but me

And then he runs off

Hides away in the library,

But before he leaves

He steals a kiss

From my wet, rosy cheek

And alone I try my best to sleep 

On hardwood floor, 

Wishing this room wasn’t so dark

Because I wish he had noticed my tears falling–

The fact that he tears me apart