oneirataxia/poetry by k.h.

fifty nine

the worst thing
i have come to find
is the fact the absence of him
left a hole, no, not in my heart
in my mind
it's a certain kind of psychological pain that cannot be fixed.
its the music you listen to on the bus
the way you clasp your hands together as if it was someone else's
how you hold your pillows at night
the absence can be ignored, never forgotten.

k.h.