If you were to come over again and say:
"This is the last time;
I just need to feel your breath on my neck"
I would instantly believe you
and fall asleep on your lap once more.
I would dream through all of the background noise.
The static would ebb and flow - in and out,
back and forth,
just like you.
When I wake up alone and exhausted,
I can finally close the door
for the last time.
As it turns out, only one of us can be in tune.