I spend days in bed
debilitated by loss
I attempt to cry you back
But the water is done
and still you have not returned
I pinch my belly till it bleeds
have lost count of the days
sun becomes moon
and moon becomes sun
and I become ghost
A dozen different thoughts
tear through me each second
You must be on your way
Perhaps it’s best if you’re not
I am okay
No
I am angry
Yes
I hate you
Maybe
I can’t move on
I will
I forgive you
I want to rip my hair out
over and over and over again
till my mind exhausts itself into a silence