Up and down
Spinning around
No stability
to be found
Right and left
Side to side
Nowhere else
left to hide
Hang on,
where did
this sock
come from?
And where
the fuck
is the
other one?
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Up and down
Spinning around
No stability
to be found
Right and left
Side to side
Nowhere else
left to hide
Hang on,
where did
this sock
come from?
And where
the fuck
is the
other one?
It’s when it comes from nowhere,
that’s the worst.
The hysterical sobs that hit without warning.
When I’m driving and our song comes on the radio.
When a letter arrives and it’s addressed to you.
When I find a pair of your socks in my drawer.
My throat constricts,
as my lungs compress.
My stomach lurches,
as my heart laments.
And my eyes burn as I drown, slowly, in my own tears.