call me composed of
pieces of you-
the places
where you waited in the morning
scraps of lace
hidden in pages
the museum where we cast our
shadows
in front of the lightbox
where i could still trace
your outline
on the wall,
alone now;
how much did you
take from me
how much did i take from you?
do you hate me
for all the reasons
i miss you?
around my shoulders
there is a heavy cloak
that you used to bear
with me
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
call me composed of
pieces of you-
the places
where you waited in the morning
scraps of lace
hidden in pages
the museum where we cast our
shadows
in front of the lightbox
where i could still trace
your outline
on the wall,
alone now;
how much did you
take from me
how much did i take from you?
do you hate me
for all the reasons
i miss you?
around my shoulders
there is a heavy cloak
that you used to bear
with me
