March 20, 2015, 5:36 AM:
I thought if I could taste
your voice on my tongue
one more time
I'd stop missing you
but even with your
lips on my neck,
I still couldn't reach you
And now you're dreaming next to me
And the fact that you can sleep at all
is breaking my heart
as I watch this hungry pit in my soul
cast a shadow on your bedroom wall;
It's broken into slits
of light and dark
from the street lights
pouring through your blinds
And it's stretching over every corner
And collecting in the holes
you left in the pale paint
All those times
the anger filled up in your palm
and spilled out of your knuckles

I am empty
And unchanged
But I'll wake with
The morning's light
And keep existing,
I always do