it's been seven days
well, to be exact
four days since i stopped making contact
seven days since you did
and on crowded busses
i often wondered
if i crossed your mind
and on empty sheets
i wondered if your hands
were touching someone else
and i hoped that your mattress
wasn't weighed down by two
and that the passengers seatbelt
remained unbuckled
and let me tell you,
that after seven days
waking up to a text that reads
"fkn lol"
is more of a stab in the heart
than your silence ever was