Narcoleptic Lover

by Chris Martin

Your body crushed on the couch
His hands on her waist

Your soft cheek gaining wrinkles from folded covers
His jokes going spotlight over your friends’ faces

Your rhythmic breath between your parted lips
Across the bar walking with two beers in hand

Your kinked neck
He is smelling her hair

You told me, in your waking moments,
you can’t imagine a life without him. You,
like so many of us, convince yourself with dreams.