You spend
most of your nights
missing her.
You steady your walk-
forcing yourself
towards a double bed
you no longer find comfort in.
The floor wraps it's
fibers around your feet
and you cling to the carpet.
It smells new like-
this isn't a house you've
spent most of your life
buried in.
Move away.
Remind yourself
what freedom feels like.
Be up early to admire
the dew again.
Let it seep
through your bones.
Soak inside of it
like moisture is your head's
only ticket to closure.
You think of her again.
Break the blades of grass
between your fingers
and convince yourself
you and precipitation
have something in common-
these tears they contribute
to your growth.
Wake up.
Pay attention to
the fact you lived.
Don't be mad she didn't
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
You spend
most of your nights
missing her.
You steady your walk-
forcing yourself
towards a double bed
you no longer find comfort in.
The floor wraps it's
fibers around your feet
and you cling to the carpet.
It smells new like-
this isn't a house you've
spent most of your life
buried in.
Move away.
Remind yourself
what freedom feels like.
Be up early to admire
the dew again.
Let it seep
through your bones.
Soak inside of it
like moisture is your head's
only ticket to closure.
You think of her again.
Break the blades of grass
between your fingers
and convince yourself
you and precipitation
have something in common-
these tears they contribute
to your growth.
Wake up.
Pay attention to
the fact you lived.
Don't be mad she didn't
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