Clothes
Everything keeps getting worse
I wake up already behind. I missed something important by surviving the night.
Im trying thats all I have and it isnt enough to show.
I miss you it doesnt change.
I miss you there is a bruise in my mouth from saying it.
I miss you it just hurts.
your clothes are gone like proof erased like you were never warm.
They emptied your drawers like the air didnt change weight.
I look at my own things and feel early.
When will it be their time to go?