You fall asleep with your arm around me. Warmed by the red neon of the Safeway sign. Signing we are safe. Bathing us in red. Until you move your arm. And I know that when you leave me, part of your heart will still beat in the empty space between my sheets. When you go, the imprint of your body will throb in the darkness on the mattress next to me. And when I stretch out my arm to feel you, your absent fingers will trail up the veins in my arm. But for now, I’ll be your Zelda Fitzgerald.