Love while Jobbing

And all that is left is a brush
Next to mine
And waft of your sweat
Under my blankets
My bed shall remain unmade
For a very long time

And You're only hours away
But I need to apply for
A privilege leave
For it's a privilege
To have a lover
More privilege still
To have an hour with them
Which I need to earn
2.1 days per month

Epilogue

This almost breaks my heart

The system fails us everyday

We will short circuit it with

Our love and tears