Last night
I died a little more,
stroking
empty cloth unwarmed.

Last night
I cried a little more,
tracing
you face in pillowed indentation.

Last night
I tried a little more
to
sleep without your goodnight kiss.

Last night
I lied a little more
saying
I don't miss your warmth beside me.

Last night
I slide a little more
towards
the longing left by your absence.

Last night
I died a little more
and
tonight I'll die again.