Photo by Lux Graves on Unsplash.
I talk to my pillow
for one reason only:
the night is so dark,
and I am so lonely.
there’s nothing left
for me to hold on to
but your scent
in its thread count,
weaved between
my sheets where
you used to sleep.
I bury myself in
your side of the bed
and pray my weeping
can bring you back to life.
is grief not a prayer in itself?
pleading with God for a resurrection,
a miracle, an undoing.
bring her back,
or take me with her.
Edited in honor of my dear friend Sarah Marie.
The world is darker without you in it.
Rest in peace, sweet girl.
Forever my friend.
April 8, 1986 - August 1, 2023
The profits of every purchase of my book The Art of Starving during the month of August will be donated directly to NEDA in her honor.
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