you: gnawing, gnashing the air and your words
penetrate, hang there for awhile above our bed. shiny, metallic
not unlike a happy birthday banner. tacky, cold and cruel even
after you've snatched away my pillow, moved to a different room.
me: reaching for you throughout the night, coming up empty handed
and lonely. covered up only in residual resentment and tangled
pale blue sheets.
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