most nights i do not sleep

let alone dream

frivolous thoughts

and empty fantasies

such things i don’t have the time for

once i allow myself to rest

sink into the darkness behind my eyelids

and slumber

i dream of you

i dream of you and what we had

the way you melted my cold exterior

and mopped up the mess that it created

i am forever indebted to you

i dream of you beside me

doing all of the things we were supposed to do

stolen glances

pinky promises

hushed secrets

they all lay scattered in my closet

right beside the skeletons

who look just like you

the bags under my eyes

carry no nametag

i lost a piece of myself when you left

no reason to claim anything as mine anymore

the unmade bed

has enough room for two

i am not used to having so much space

your pillows still have your shape

i can’t get myself to fluff them

life has been a nightmare

but my dreams aren’t much better

Allure is an editor of MT’s Soliloquy club and a Photographer for The Township Times. Read more of Soliloquy’s work here: https://sites.google.com/site/mthssoliloquy/home?pli=1&authuser=1&scrlybrkr=adb1065a