Deck-Deckard: how to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed
the loneliness from out your belly button.
I thought I did, but later you sat up,
all bones and restless hands, and told me that
there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo.I never know what to say to these things.
“It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.”
…
It’s getting dark,
Too dark to see.
Can’t sleep; Depression will eat me…
