oneirataxia/poetry by k.h.

twenty six

theres a rock

in the grass

that you would have skipped across the lake

theres a ray of sunshine

that used to hit you

before it hit the ground

theres a cup

on the window sill

that you woke up next to

theres a cold air

in the space between my arms

where you used to be

theres a dent

in my bed

of the edges of your body

where you used to lay

and theres a cliff

where i stand

you used to stand with me.

and now theres footprints

where i used to be

you would have stopped me

but you arent here anymore.

k.h.