Turning Away

 

It doesnt start that way

But once we get talking

(about someone/something unrelated)

We hatch the beginnings of an argument.

 

Eventually 

I turn away

 

And begin to practise those kind of breathing noises

That you associate with being asleep.

 

I carry on like this for fucking ages

Then

Just when I think the other half's out for the count

I find myself desperate for a piss

 

And shuffle reluctantly

To the bathroom.

 

On my return

I fall into bed

Facing the wall

Eyes scrunched up tight

Hoping for no reaction

No confrontation

 

I try to loosen up

Physically

Mentally

But the sound of  fingers

Drumming rhythmically

On the bedside cabinet

Jolts me back into reality.