Widow #29

Driving past that place where they scraped off the tree
You talk to me in my sleep, still feel you in me
Doesn't make a difference to anyone else they
just drive along excessive thoughts
just drive along recessive thoughts
just drive along without your body to touch


Eating the leftovers of the dinner you made for me
gagging in the forkfuls of a memory
spend the night on the floor without any lights
dark inside in bright of day
dark outside in the bright of day
dark alone without your body to touch



Trying to sleep for the first time in many weeks
Closing up the world that you gave to me
Doesn't really matter to anyone else because they
carry on without a single thought
carry on without a single thought
carry on without your body to touch