the moon is a whisper
on my bedroom wall,
she's ten times louder in my head
her name is a tide
it pulls,
it tugs,
it etches itself
on the inside of my eyelids.
every blink is a memory i didn't ask for
her laugh-
uninvited
but welcome
always
the bed is too big
for one body and this much longing
some nights
sleep forgets me
other nights
she replaces it