I wake up from my sleep, try to open my eyes and adjust to the morning that is dark without your presence -
and so cold,
My body refuses to normalise, limbs don't move
I try to stretch, my chest fills with a nameless void -
nameless but so real,
And then my phone beeps from across the bed on the table; heart flutters; hope smiles
I get up and walk to find someone else's text. Brain says you knew it wasn't him
Weakly, I walk back but now I am moving, and I get on with living another day.
True that it's the expectation of impossible that keeps me alive.