The reminder of us
hangs beside the bed,
leather cracking with age.
The sheets dampen nightly.
The ceiling fan spins excuses
into the dark.
Your leash still circles my neck
like devotion
was never meant to breathe.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC
The reminder of us
hangs beside the bed,
leather cracking with age.
The sheets dampen nightly.
The ceiling fan spins excuses
into the dark.
Your leash still circles my neck
like devotion
was never meant to breathe.
