I lay down in the sheets
Spreading myself thinly
Trying to fill up
The depressions you left
Our bed slowly swallowing
Me and I can hardly tear
Myself away from the
Coffin its become
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You forgot to take, your cologne with you
It has suffused with all the fabrics and
I’m afraid to wash the pillow cases
Because then you’d really be gone
The presence of your fragrance
Permeating these dead reminders
Your stale ghost keeps me company
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I sat on the veranda today
Inside your sweater,
Reduced to a child
My hands sunken in
The sleeves, the weeds
Have grown in your
Absence, their vicious roots
Snuffing out the frail life of flowers
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(I am trying to get my group together, we make collaborative stories so I may get preoccupied.)
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