I wake fitfully. Writhing beneath heavy sheets. Something missing. Something in the air just enough to be deemed out of plac.e Eyelids shudder open and I take a moment to ground myself. Glance down to find my chest rising and falling with a certain uncertainty, like it can't quite manage on its own. Something missing. Suddenly even the air feels wrong. Because you're not here to fill it. And when that realization presses to my lips as I breathe in jagged breaths, I find there is nothing to fill my lungs. It's you, I gasp, as the walls come down to fill the void.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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