one leg pokes out from under a linen duvet,
the curtains billow in the twilight breeze.
streetlights poke through the open window,
my pillow is cradled between my arms.
it's 30 degrees in this bedroom tonight,
and my skin is a tap that leaks sweat.
yet your side of the bed feels cold;
your absence leaves me empty.
when i was with you, my dreams would stream
all through the night and into the day.
but since i left my nights have been sleepless,
and my days have been drained from joy.
maybe it's the deafening grumble of airplane engines,
or the bright lights of the city
that keep my senses alert and pull me from slumber.
maybe it's the anxiety that floods through my veins like a deluge,
and without you i don't have the strength to build levees.
i was looking forward to spreading my limbs across the mattress
and entangling myself with fresh sheets and pink blankets.
to lying with my back against embroidered cushions,
watching the flames of my scented candles flicker from the comfort of my own bed.
but you bring me peace.
in the day, i feel your absence through heightened anxiety and less laughter.
at night, i feel your absence through sleeplessness.
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Small Talk
कविता❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
