I'd pull my covers over my head one last time,
just to smell the faint blood you shed and rolled in,
from nightly cuts and dry eyes
devoid of tears.

I stared at the lines around your lips so long,
they faded into the sheets and I couldn't tell you
from the bed.

Do you ever think you didn't exist?
Probably Not, I repeat almost daily.
Send me more letters and dot your i's next time,
you were always clumsy with your hands,
with tattooed wrists and scarred forearms.

I'm still lying where you left me.
I got stuck, I'll admit.
Just know that I'll be gone tomorrow.
No, this time for good.