Desperate to stay
Desperate to go
nowhere. The threadbare chair holds the dead cat’s lazy stretch.
An unexpected fragrance circles in numb nostrils. Not all the flowers
have withered in neglect.
Desperate to cry
Desperate to see
Desperate to forget
in sleep. The comforter curls in the empty spaces. Rain hits the roof again and again
lulling nothingness. Tomorrow doesn’t matter.
I miss you