the floor is covered in ash, we trudge
through to the kitchen to pour ourselves some coffee,
then to the bedroom to lay in the empty space there, left
our hands are never clean, our feet are always cold and
we don't have enough sense to cover them.
heavy faces, giving off sawdust smiles and
big red-marked cheeks from leaning too ******* other people.
we are craning over one another, reaching past one another, never holding
eye-contact
it's the emptiness left
from the previous emptiness
here, it's
awful here,
it's awful
here.
When someone you love dies, for awhile, so do you.