The vibe feels different...
an unappealing glow
A single candle illuminates
The dust of a forgotten room
Walls pulse under the flick of the flame
Otherwise-
Empty, hollow, the sound of still
Where did you go?
The silk of the sheet underneath my neck
feels like your skin.
I have this solitude all to myself-
Tell me why I still tug the ropes
pull and pull- hands raw
from friction
when all i have left is
thick air...
All i asked you for was time.
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