~~
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