Hold my breath
Just a little longer
Until it burns then aches
Until I sleep, and the last breath we shared
Seeps out and is lost.
Rip the sheets from my desolate bed
Still drenched with the scent of you,
So I tuck them into the closet, unwashed, until
The scent of you goes stale,
And the ghost of you like
Tendrils sinks into me, claiming the whole of me and ruining my insides.
I can’t breathe for want of you,
Even if just for a moment—
Just fragment, stolen
From your broken life.
You have chosen the brokenness
And I cut myself on the shards of you
The blood seeps into the sheets
And intertwine with what is left of you
And we are once again.