I feel like my emotions
are no longer under my control
because once all I felt was love
and sadness would only hit me
when I’d go back home.

Little did I know you were a nest ,
I was a bird and every night
I would sleep on a branch that wasn’t my own,
because darling, you are home.

every time I speak
to your best friend

I pray to every Aztec God
and once holy Pharaohs
and stones worshiped
on this planet that
he tell me you are nearby,
or that this was all a big sad joke,
or a prank

or that you would come back
but no.

hold up a second,
My mind is stuck on one thought,
And it has been the last week
But i don't feel like writing about it,
*I would write for days.