how could I ever tell you that
most nights and days
we have conversations in bed.
eyes closed,
your weight fills the empty space next to me.
your breath
cancels the thick silence and
your voice
kisses my neck and thighs;
tickles my dreams into existence.
my stomach sinks
before my eyelids stretch open
where have you gone?
where is your place but with me?
my drowsy amnesia begins to ebb
and I remember
you were never really here.
salt water begins it’s journey from my eyes
to my pillowcase.
I will do this all again each day,
just to feel your ghost.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
how could I ever tell you that
most nights and days
we have conversations in bed.
eyes closed,
your weight fills the empty space next to me.
your breath
cancels the thick silence and
your voice
kisses my neck and thighs;
tickles my dreams into existence.
my stomach sinks
before my eyelids stretch open
where have you gone?
where is your place but with me?
my drowsy amnesia begins to ebb
and I remember
you were never really here.
salt water begins it’s journey from my eyes
to my pillowcase.
I will do this all again each day,
just to feel your ghost.
