(no subject)
i do not wake in the morning, but in the afternoon;
by then you are gone and the sun has ferried you from my thoughts and the heaviness
you left behind on the side of the bed that is now
unoccupied by warmth, twisted up into a human-shaped knot
in my forgetful sleeping arms that remember only that you were here
and that know the same is no longer true.
by then you are gone and the sun has ferried you from my thoughts and the heaviness
you left behind on the side of the bed that is now
unoccupied by warmth, twisted up into a human-shaped knot
in my forgetful sleeping arms that remember only that you were here
and that know the same is no longer true.