Cold Mornings

She wakes up tangled in cold sheets, twisted around her legs and
trapping her sorrows against her skin.
Reminding her of who isn't there,
the reason the bed seems so big
in a way it didn't used to and in
the mountains and crevices of the blankets,
she remembers his hands traveling down her spine
picking away the reassurance of having herself
with rough nails.
To her lonely mouth, and pressuring it with his losses;
emotions overflowing down her lips and
dripping from her chin,
hungry for her happiness and
stealing it away.
Then closing the door behind him
with a final slam
Leaving her alone in an unforgiving bed
Too many emotions for her stolen heart

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