the things left unsaid
alone in a crowd
a dinner for one
a pale sky, no clouds
listening to rain
staying awake
drumming fingernails
a cold pillow
an empty chest
an hour of laundry
a bitter tongue
a flowing of thought
nothing to say
seeping exhaustion
lilac loneliness
dissolving of summer
the end of childhood
trepidation
rapt horror
methodical combing of hair
rapid heartbeat
grayscale dreams.
these are the ingredients
to remember you are still worthy of love.
hold tightly to them.
