I am building a metal loft bed
I am zipping up my coat
I am putting the fitted sheet on a mattress
I am buying ginger ale from the corner store
I am replying to emails
I am submitting applications for writing retreats
I am zoning out
I am listening to Hayley Williams’ solo album
I am lining my eyes smokily
I am petting my cat Junie
I am sleeping sometimes
I am awake often
I am typing away at my stupid little computer
I am missing you alongside everything
I am
I am missing you
everything is hard and I wish I were a shadow made real by sunlight except
fortunately/unfortunately
I am a human being
alive all the time
experiencing shit all the time
experiencing time all the time
I am exhausted and somehow sometimes I am in love
(my world did not stop spinning without you in it and that is part of why this hurts so much)
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