driving fast

through a big city

at night.

loud music

playing.

ashes of

cheap cigarettes

strewn across

my lap.

and

the combination

of...

the hallucinations

that grow from

40 miles

of staring into

yellow lines

melting off

of hot asphault.

and

you not

being here

is enough

to drive me

over the edge.

This space ( Read more... )

There are no words

to tell

how the world stopped

in that moment

when I rolled over

into your space in the bed

and slept

in your indentation

and realized

that the cold

was not atmospheric

it was a result

of you

being

absent.

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