If you must know
I'm not waiting for anyone today
The lines I drew to my center
follows me
even as I sit to avoid the sun
there isn't anyone to talk to
I slept in the same sheets since the day he left,
his dirty socks still balled up in the corner of the room
in his drawer, a "Virginia is for Lovers" t-shirt,
a pair of boxers and some grey shorts.
Everyday he becomes a little less on the sheets
Yet as for me…
I don't try to fake resilience.
It is that time of the day again
to wear my clothes inside out
to take them off the right way
And surely
there is there is a cure for this madness
as there is the feigned undying to cure
the silence of being alone.
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