Stuff my hand
Beneath the pillow,
Nights not the same
Without you.
Its getting better
My mind now coasts
Right past you.
And when I pray
Its not for you;
Its for me.
Not us
To work,
To last,
Because it doesn’t matter
Anymore.
Too much lost,
Too much gone,
Too much past.
I can’t face you in life
I can’t face you in sleep
We’ve curdled
And all that was sweet
Has soured.
