once more, I’m tired
tired unwaking up
tired of sleeping
the cold next to me
the pillow still there
untouched
the empty space
above the bed
the light bulb
looks down at me
lidless pupil
it used to glow
no more light
as the dawn
breaks the clouds
your smell lingers
on the pillow
I need to go out
the streets slowly
stirring from slumber
the space so empty
so much it hurts
like tinnitus
the sounds around
don’t mean anything
or anymore
anymore
the cars, the stores,
the passers-by
it feels so empty
in the tube the crowd
yet I'm lost, and alone
the void around is
the void within
the silence often
the screams at night
treading the empty spaces
unlooking for you
where I first said
I love you
where you first smiled
and said
I love you back
I am where we were
happy once
happy once
your smell lingering
on the pillow
I see your smile
the memories bleeding
into one another
into reality even
breaking the veil
almost as if
you were here
but it’s just me
here again to shout
another message
hoping the wind
will carry it to you
I'm so lost
now you’ve gone
the world off-centre
spinning but
somehow stopped
clutching at the breeze
I still call your number
to hear your voice
on the answering machine
unthinking what will happen when
the voicemail will no longer work
did you get the letters
I wrote in my mind
and the pictures of
the places you liked
when we were there
now without you
I sent all the love
I had left
though I won’t send
your pillow, I cannot
I need it, like I need air
every breath
every breath
in and out
every time, you die again
every time, I die again
the empty spaces
in the bathroom
your toothbrush
on the couch
your half-read novel
on the pillow
your smell your hair
in the kitchen
your empty chair
you die again
you die, again
over and over
every day
but I keep you
deep inside me
where you won’t die
anymore
anymore
where you and I
will be safe
forever
watching the sun
set and rise
holding your scent
in the cup of my hands
white-knuckled
and the tears
through the tears
and gritted teeth
in the wind
your smell
the only thing
worth living
worth breathing
for a while
we are one
in between
empty spaces
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