Everything is packed away
As though you never existed
But my body knows otherwise
My empty, aching arms
A heavy throbbing at my breast
And in the shower I cry sweet, white tears
That were made especially for you
A visceral and final connection
That dries up a week later
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
Everything is packed away
As though you never existed
But my body knows otherwise
My empty, aching arms
A heavy throbbing at my breast
And in the shower I cry sweet, white tears
That were made especially for you
A visceral and final connection
That dries up a week later