23:12:02

At night
I can hear you in the other room
in the voice of who I could have been.
Your muffled grunts,
her stifled breath,
You lay in bed,
Your lights left off.
If I look
your faded hair
And angled back,
The sheets still folded,
The night stand and wallet.
I’ll watch you go
When a breeze comes in,
Or a car goes by,
And your shadow calls outside.
I lost you when I close my eyes
And I left that self behind.
So why can’t I say goodbye yet?