Telltale Marks

Your bedsheets left wrinkles in my skin
That I trace slowly with the tip of my finger
(it feels so early, being up before noon.)

I watch you sleep, golden lashes brushing round cheeks
The morning sun filters through the curtains
(it looks like a halo around your head.)

A brief flash of my closet romantic
I unplug the alarm clock
(no need for reality to interrupt.)

I know you're not really asleep
That half smile, faintly dancing on your lips gives you away
(i know you too well.)

I let you pretend anyway,
It's all part of the game we play.
(like children we make believe.)

Your fingers tug at my own
Invitation and plea to stay home
(i whisper your name.)

I'm a coward. A masochist with your happiness
I'll leave before our "just friends" sham falls apart
(no traces left but memories)

Your bedsheets left wrinkles in my skin
That I trace slowly with the tip of my finger
(our secrets leave wrinkles deep within.)