fading

Whatsapp_image_2019-03-24_at_16.04.23__1_by Jessica Hopkins16 Apr 2019

Feels like a heavy sadness and a deep need to hold him

It feels like we’ve lost everything.

Every moment

Of you folding laundry
and reaching over to stop my tea from spilling
and making fun

Every investment, to the other’s taste in music
to the other’s pain,
past

“And I feel you forget me”

Avoiding eye contact where we used to seek it

The scent of my shampoo
fading from your sheets

the pink string and the moomin card

Every sentiment
now plagued with the bitterness
of lost potential

Empty Space

endless, with echoes
of desperation