I keep expecting you
To fade
To wake up one morning
And not care
So I keep myself
One carefully measured step away
In anticipation
Of your love’s decline

So when your cheek turns
And your attention wanders
Elsewhere
My heart will not be left
All awkward
Hanging
From and elastic thread
You forgot to pull off
Your old pair of socks

For it’s in your nature to lose interest suddenly
We are both artists
Who suck the marrow out
Of each lovely bone

It just happens to be
My lovely bones this time

How Bare.