not being able to lean on
your shoulder
makes the chill of the morning
even colder.

                 we talk on the phone but when you leave, i feel more alone.

but then i remember your sweet laugh-
more like a cackle..
you’re in my head,
makes me feel like i’m in shackles.

                 while i’d rather us in bed, smiling away at our own thoughts..

we take advantage of the time we have,
even in my imagination you have my hair
in knots and
shirt with spots.