curdling

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.