Untitled #5
There are no words
to tell
how the world stopped
in that moment
when I rolled over
into your space in the bed
and slept
in your indentation
and realized
that the cold
was not atmospheric
it was a result
of you
being
absent.
to tell
how the world stopped
in that moment
when I rolled over
into your space in the bed
and slept
in your indentation
and realized
that the cold
was not atmospheric
it was a result
of you
being
absent.