(Inspired by Doc Luben’s poem with the same title.)
- I don’t like myself quite as much without you around.
- I keep imagining how one day my heart would slow down and the world would slow down and yet, time would keep rushing and all I would be able to think of is the list of people who would never know I loved them.
- I love you. I opened and closed and opened and closed and opened and closed and opened- the zipper of my favourite blue handbag fourteen times today, and now it won’t close anymore. I’m sorry.
- I’m making chocolate chip pancakes and I miss you. Come home, sweetheart.
- Today, I sat at the top of a mountain and screamed your name.
- Someone keeps using your razor. I keep buying new ones.
- Sometimes, my mother stares at the television, picks apart melon seeds, and sings under her breath.
- Home smells like fear.
- I want to build a new home. Stay?
- Sometimes, I lay down on the floor, stare up at the ceiling, and try to simply breathe. You leave me breathless.
- Your hoodies engulf me. I can’t tell anymore where you end, and where I begin. On some mornings, I wake up and I can hear my bones clanking against empty spaces under my skin.
- I’ve cleaned the windows, changed the sheets, turned off the stove, and locked the door.
- My phone says I’ve played this song on loop for fourteen days straight.
- Sing me to sleep?
I’m in love with this. This is one of the rare times writing has made me feel something. Thank you.
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thank you so much for your kind words. i’m glad you liked it! xx
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