Nonsense

Traffic settles. A star falls and the moon waves. The scent of salami and milk drifts from his mouth to my nostrils. I look down at his face absent the days stress. I lift his hand and run my finger slowly over the raised scars on his wrist and wonder why cries for help are seldom heard. Why he chose me becomes the 3am question of the day. Why I chose him the second. I kiss his lips very softly and he stirs. We make love and he returns to sleep. I sit up and hug myself in tears as dawn returns from hunting. Something is missing.