Day Bed

 

The memory of your body fades, wrapped in warm white arms

and soft lips that I’ve pushed from my mind.

Drifting into solemn delusions of nothing, feigning

to dull the ache in my chest and the sick in my throat.

My stomach and hands dropped at the sight

i chose to see, her body wrapped in your white arms

your hair crossing her cheek, fixed behind my closed eyes.