The linens are still waiting for
you on the bedside table,
I left the window open,
letting the breeze and sunlight
saunter on in just how you used to like it,

Picture frames on the walls are just memories behind glass,
trapped like history in a museum,
no magnifying glass will show me where it all went wrong,

I am not the best at math,
tell me what to do to this equation
so both sides come out alright,
divide me by 2, I am only half of myself without you

There are still parts of us concrete
a sidewalk between our waists,
not yet overgrown with dandelions in the crevices,

Note books are drowning in alphabets,
all the right words, in all the wrong sentences,
rivers beneath my skin, help me to stop the flooding