tonight is a wrench night, where i spend the dozing hours
tossing and turning
and trying to fix the fact that you're not here.
i build replacements out of pillows and blankets,
but they are not warm enough.
they do not have your hips,
they do not have your smile,
and it breaks my heart.
so i curl up with my wrench
and tell it stories
because you are a world away
building replacements for me.
together, we use the wrenches to plug the holes in our hearts
and we wait out the wrench night.