Single

You are gone

And I am slipping back into the familiar shape of

Singularity

I used to wear it so well

I am calm as I feel it tighten itself

Around me

 

Friday I am once again

The best friend to a paintbrush

And a hammer

I take loneliness and build with it

Before it grows wild inside of me

 

I don’t cry

But I wonder how often you think of me

You are in my prayers

And my

Dreams

 

This morning I woke up and found that I

Had sprawled out across the whole bed

My body is learning to use the space you have left

I guess

This is step 1 of

Acceptance