we spoke last night
i hope it's for
the last time

in our
sunny white-walled
west philly apartment

your face was so soft
the way it gets when
no one else is around

we laughed about sweet nothings
over what nothingness
we've become

you paused
to ask me
how i was

i tightly clutched my pillow
i tightly squeezed your arm
blood mixed carelessly
with tears; we sighed

there's nothing left