by James Babbs
without you
the room seems bigger
when I stand near the window
I want to close my eyes
this is the first time and
I don’t know what I’m doing
pushing open the door
before slowly walking outside
without you
the trees have started to rust
I’ve forgotten too many things
this is the next time and
I don’t know where I’m going
standing in the front yard
trying not to move
without you
the sun doesn’t look the same
when the light falls
the shivering begins
I start remembering and
I can’t get warm
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