A blank piece of paper and restless thoughts
sitting in silence, no words are brought
this room full of moisture, mostly from my eyes
with no answers that I sought
A coldness has sharpen your words
your breath, lingers like swords
that ***** me, like never before

what body are you warming
I should have seen the warnings
when your nights turn into mornings

our bed feels like a vast ocean
empty with waves of emotions
that spill over the horizon
in slow motion

the yearning for your freedom, I ask why
the exhausted sigh and coldness in your eyes
are the echos that fill this room of your goodbyes