I still caress the place
in my arms you used to occupy.
The aching emptiness
you imparted on my chest
burrows
down through my stomach.
I'm moth eaten,
hollow.
The imprint your body left on the mattress
refuses to smooth out.
Since you left, I only notice spaces.
All solid things
evade me.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
I still caress the place
in my arms you used to occupy.
The aching emptiness
you imparted on my chest
burrows
down through my stomach.
I'm moth eaten,
hollow.
The imprint your body left on the mattress
refuses to smooth out.
Since you left, I only notice spaces.
All solid things
evade me.
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