Nobody’s Leaving

We wash our hands and peel potatoes
like a hundred times before.

As I scrape, I am a fraud.

I pull the blind,
unscrew the wine.
You cannot read my mind.

We won’t be happy anymore.

Oh, my love.
Oh, my very love.

Nobody’s leaving you tomorrow,
not someone of worth,
not someone you’d want to know.

Nobody’s leaving in the morning.
That can’t be true.

We stack up dishes in the sink,
push trimmings down the plughole.

When did this thought get set in stone?

You look asleep when I go up.
You don’t remember dreams.

I won’t be happier alone.