It feels pathetic
To want a partner this bad
In fleeting moments
But today it lingers
an unwelcome house guest
I wake up on my own & go to bed that way
Most days I feel free but on nights like this
I feel hollow.
In the skeleton of a shirt that isn’t mine
I could mold into the fabric and lay draped on the floor, in the sliver of warm sunlight
Anything to avoid turning the light on for myself again
