there is nothing remotely nice about this feeling at all
the way my eyes go from white to red
after shedding all those tears
makes my heart ache
but on the best days
it reminds me of how the sky too,
changes hues and has feelings too
loneliness comes in all shapes and sizes
these days it is your height and build,
it creeps into my bed like you used to
slowly and discretely
but it doesn't leave in the morning
instead, it lingers on the furniture around,
settles like dust coming from a nicely lit window
and yet there is nothing remotely nice
about this feeling at all
i bask in the emptiness,
settle in the folds of my bedroom,
lounge in silence while i embrace this whole mess
hopefully i won't lose you in the process