there's no
comfortable
way to sleep
anymore.
she's moved out,
no fault of our own.
she's moved out
and the bed is
too big.
the blankets she
left behind sit
there on her side
now.
I don't dare
touch them
and rustle
up their
settled dust.
tomorrow
I give up,
sleep in,
and wish
for a
rainstorm.
won't see her
till Monday
and by then
I'll be in even
bigger shit.
not with
her though.
never
with her.
YOU ARE READING
LANGERIE: A Collection of Poetry
Poesia"Bohemianism is the practice of an unconventional lifestyle, often in the company of like-minded people and with few permanent ties. It involves musical, artistic, literary, or spiritual pursuits. In this context, bohemians may be wanderers, adventu...
