grief.

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my bed is a mess of tissues and cords
i don't want to move,
i don't want to stay
the ceiling never seemed so fascinating

whenever i'm home alone,
i really am alone now

you looked so small and tired
your body was limp
your eyes were open
when you left it began to rain
and it's been raining every day since.

i never even got to look at your face
i never even got to kiss you goodnight
i never even got to tell you goodbye
i never even got to tell you anything

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