it isn’t the same
without you around.
I’ve seen my friends go
through similar hurt
but seeing and being
are two different things
I cover my windows with blankets
because
you took the curtains when
you packed up and went
but the light hurts my eyes
I spray my room
again and again
with the strongest scents I can find
but you linger there still
I purge my closets of
clothes that I wore
when I was with you
end up throwing away
all my favorite dresses and shoes
I give up tomatoes and ice cream
and bread
because those were your favorite foods
never felt this way before, but
finally I see what it means
to be breathing, not living
cliche though it sounds
it means what it means
I’d like to lie in bed forever,
please.