there will always be a twin sized bed waiting
for you in your favorite city; i used to fit there

now there is room for only one silhouette
between the thin, striped sheets

if i could i'd cut the dead weight taking up space
peel off my skin to shrink and dwindle down

to sleep in the space between your wall and you
in grey afternoon light like we used to; and

i hope when you sleep solo in your tiny bed
your dreams are sweeter than i could ever be.