Left to Heal Past Your Pulchritude
In this absence, I was breathing in the words unspoken
left to linger in the air
felt the weight pressing down
against each strand of hair missing the feeling of your touch.
I missed the cold of your watch burning
holes into my skin
and the ridges on its crown reminding me you’re within reach
even as my eyes were kept closed.
Its tick-tocking only present in the room through vibrations
I missed them too.
The three little dots distanced
dispersed throughout the room
left your voice ringing for god knows however long;
they weren’t accompanied by any comfort I’d enjoy.
Instead just taunt throughout every corner,
filling any available surface with its demonstration.
Each breach of an everlasting moment
spent facing off with vast nothingness,
in hopelessness of absorbing anything
eclipsing further your frame…
further separating the havoc wreck in my head…
separating the permanence on my body I’ve created for you.
In this absence, I was breathing in the words unspoken left to linger in the air felt the weight pressing down against each strand of...