4th Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[Tiger the Lion]

And Now, the Alarm
 
we go to bed with secrets
and it was impossible getting to sleep
last night
 
you rolled over mid-snore
about twenty past four
and kissed my shoulder
mumbling something about unicorns
and Monday mornings
 
that’s when I finally drifted off
 
and I dreamed
of those frostbit nights
we’d lain
content in nervous laughter
 
warm bodies
under cool sheets
and now the alarm
 
I cannot live
knowing you believe
all those love poems were about you
 
and no last breath will confess it.