It’s late
And I just wanted to see if
You were still
Or disconnected so far far away
At the edge of the bed
Head hanging
Holding on to the edge
Keeping it together at the seams

I reach out to reassure your shadow
Forgot you checked out
Last Tuesday
Six weeks
Or so ago


An echo within invisible walls is a whisper in your ear

Steadily defeating

It’s not just you

For you
You standing there inside
Inside of the words strewn
Here there and everywhere
Strewn like clothes draped
Over the sides pouring out
A gentle rush to the opening
Filling each glass to the brim
Drink deeply