22
the lag of time
of in between
the sleep
and answering the phone
i knew my heart was racing too fast
the only comfort was
the sunshine
saying
"she wouldn't want you to be this way."
with a valley of
lavender and sweat scented pillow creases
interrupted by the smooth strands of my hair
plastered with tears
so many things echoed unreal
didn't my body feel
the chance of something wrong
knowing
I couldn't grasp
'why didn't I talk so much
last time'