The only time in recent memory
I've been at peace
(at peace completely)
was when you, finding no sleep
but taking some comfort
in the sound of my breathing

Candidly abandoned your bed
and tiptoed to the living room
to join me instead
on thin synthetic
cots pressed together
so the seams disappeared
like tetris pieces

In retrospect, I failed to inform you
that I slept not a bit in your company
but instead lie awake in the still of the night
surveying the texture of the ceiling
and vigilantly monitoring my breathing
which (until that time, unknown to me)
could suffice for you as a mild luxury

So I took peace in your tranquility
and, anyways, that is the reason
I was so drowsy in the morning
I'm sorry I lied and simply said,
when prompted, that "…I slept funny"