On some days, I curse you.
On some days, I try to forget you.
On some days, I cry for you.
But on a night like this,
I light a candle.
I lay down and stare at the ceiling.
I try to give you shape through my memories.
The candle burns and the fire aches,
casting a shadow on the wall—
a silhouette that reminds me of you.
My eyes are half open.
My heart is empty,
but I still wonder about you.
The clock still works—
time must be passing.
Without you, I wonder—
what is my fate?
Where do I go?
Clothes on the clothespin,
gang above me.
A frame on the wall,
there’s a picture of a child—
someone who used to be me.
He was loved.
The candle burns and the fire aches.
Could we not melt on each other like candles?
Bottles of ***** with water in them.
A sober drunk—
drunk on you.
Castles of cups and glasses,
rally at my feet.
A guitar on the old tv, gathers dust,
playing a silent tune to my screaming soul.
I miss you.