I am here now
where you once were
head-in-hands
& peeking through the cracks in my fingers 
for your ghost, sipping mulled fog from an ethereal glass
or whispering the hairs on the back of my neck up  

I lie backwards
& the room-lights become your eyes 
the decor becomes your smile

Tightening my fingers blue
around the sheets because they are your waist 
and letting my head fall back hard into the pillows because they are your lips

Thinking now

Thinking how the arch of your back was a bridge for my madness 
& I was sure to cross 
How I’d drink-up your milky whiteness like whiskey
‘till I floored  

I know it’s only been a day 
I’m mostly frightened of the thousand more. 
 

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