I occupy your empty space with pillows,
Clean laundry, sketchbooks, novels.
It helps me keep to my side.
I fill your missing presence with Netflix,
Sewing, running, cooking, writing,
Defeat.
The loneliness follows me like my shadow,
The lights dim and shadows grow,
Until I'm completely surrounded by myself.
Now it's not so much a queen sized bed,
As it is a twin-sized bed with a comfortable table attached.
******
song -- "Your New Twin-Sized Bed," Death Cab for Cutie
YOU ARE READING
My View from the Mount
PoetryA really close friend (she's the older sister I never had) once told me that I don't need to be established to consider myself a writer. So here I am. I'm a writer, but I'm not a professional. I'm just a girl with a pen who speaks through a notebook...
