When my scent begins to disappear
from the creases on your side of the bed,
kiss your lips against the cool sheets
and remember the way you caressed
the hills and valleys of my body
underneath the warmth of you.
When my bones become too brittle
for you to continue holding me,
don’t try to replace my absence
with your blood—
leave your wrists and neck alone.
Your body isn’t the prescription,
the cure to your grief.
When sleeping alone becomes
a routine, a mindless necessity,
like using the bathroom, or
starting your car,
I’ll occupy your dreams
and temporarily fill the void
in your chest that used to be my home.
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