You are gone*
Constantly on my mind
Digging deeper across the rough edge of this wound
I stay high all of the time
To get away, even then you meet me there
Soft smiles instead of tears grace my face
Wearing it down to the sunny bones of my soul
I always go home alone
Bed empty with the cold ghost of your weight
The sheets, washed over and over
Still smelled like your good morning sighs
Now they linger with the cloying perfume of goodbye
Stressed and stretched to the point of breaking
I tear down and rebuild daily with the dawn
Using the thread from your memory to sew the pieces back together