Faux Fun

Faux Fun

Those things we did. Those things you did_ to me.

In the dark of that room. The fluorescent glow from your television.

And the hazy gleam from your window, 

Warning us of dawn.

Those things, when I just wanted to sleep.

And cry.

The television singing us lullabies,

With infomercials.

The superficiality of the beauty.

The illness,

Black and infecting.