"We have nothing to talk about",
You say
As I curl up in the saddest position
In the dark and stillness of my bedroom

I feel as though my voice has been stolen;
My ability to love and be loved
Has been snatched right out of
My cold and now-empty hands

I want nothing more than to be happy
With you.
To live each day with you
As if it were our very last one together

But now it feels like every day I live
Is lived without you
And it feels like you don't mind it;
Not even one bit

I don't know what happened,
We just gave up
And I feel like there's nothing to say
But I know that I have a lot that I would like to

I think for now, I'll stay enclosed in my bed sheets;
The ones that no longer smell like you
Or have experienced your lovely presence

And maybe I'll read a book or exercise or
Find something to take my mind off the fact that
I don't know how to write poems
And I definitely don't know how to love you.