Whatever, Maybe.

So wholly off base,
I'm listening to non-existent crickets
laughing in my ear.
Everything is fine enough, I guess
for this.
My nightly slumber is a gas
to more than just me
and I hope
you're tucked in so tight
you barely think of me,
but by all accounts you do.
Whatever.
See you fondly in my dreams maybe.
The full moon
has such a view
to see my failures.
I love you maybe.
Think of me
as the curtains close
so seamlessly.