notes on betrayal and agony #5
Aug 25, 2021
Does this loneliness have a name?
The smell on my bedsheets
Clothes look exactly like how I left them
Untouched…
Empty wastebasket
I open my cupboard and memories rise from their deathbed
The sky from here now has the face of melancholy
What do I do now
How do I fight these ghosts with a weary heart
I’m tired
My body aches
Let me sleep…
