Between bed sheets
Flickers of intimacy
Glimpses that there were something more
Tricks of the eyes
I grabbed glasses
I need
moments
years
A Lifetime
You would not provide

You sound healthy
Strong, like you are okay

You see me smile so brightly,
I'm hurt

You smell exactly the same as before I left: cinnamon and tears

I wonder if you taste the same, warm as a hug
As I go to reach out for you,
You feel nothing, and I feel cold

It ***** that pain is poetic. So many people can relate to each other through pain. I guess that means everyone is poetic