Staring at the ceiling thinking about us and where we stand
It’s been forever since we’ve talked,
But it feels like moments.
And she sleeps next to me but it’s not the same.
Missing your cold embrace,
our uneasy peace.
Bruises beginning to fade
but marks etched in my skin never will.
Found comfort in our times of silence,
When the rest of the world was so loud.
Now the empty air houses beasts best ignored.
Lost in this liminal space
Caught somewhere between sleep and awake
And all I seem to find is you.