Schisms.

Sleeping next to a stranger.
Loneliness not always my own.
Experiencing a schism.
Nodding my head to excuses.
Playing footsies with the piles of old hopes
scattered at the foot of the bed.
I rest my head on stacks
of unaccomplished goals.
Absorbing the harsh reality of dreams.
Your failures are not my own
but I feel them just the same.

.nexus.