Leave Me Alone
Leave Me Alone
And with every
twitch I can
conjure your
posture in the
corner.
The space
between your
height and
the floor
I lie on.
Twisting into
the carpet.
Rain hurts but bleeds my dreams of your shoulder under my chin. Pressure, holding fabric between your
hands. I would stick my fist down my throat to hear you say it again.
Taking sips in the morning to
feel your arm rested on mine in
green and blue and purple.
Your steps ahead choke, your
gaps in retention.
And for
that I am
empty.
I am shallow.
Promises I make
to my pillow
go unfollowed
and your position
will be found in
every faceless
body on the street.
Copyright © Louise Haine | Year Posted 2021
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