your loyal companion, i waited outside
the hospital like a dog.
when the sunlight in the courtyard
washed my face in a yellow glow,
all i could think of were your eyes,
frantic and pleading, as you left these
crescent moons in my skin and cried,
“don’t make me do this,
i’m not strong enough.”
a part of me shriveled up and died that day.
maybe the ghost of who i was
wanders around the halls of the hospital
seeking out these tiny little shards of you
to make you whole again.
or maybe, i’m haunting the parking lot
where i chased a walmart receipt,
thrashing about in the unforgiving wind,
trying not to think about
that damned look in your eyes.
no— i think i’ve got it.
i was already dead, and all of this is just
a dream, or a nightmare.
the kind that i’ll wake up from in the end,
and i’ll come crawl into your bed,
the sheets warm from your cold body.
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