I thought you were dead
I thought you were long gone
But the familiar chocking sensation came back
And I am heaving, my chest is too tight,
As tight as he was holding me last night
And I don’t know whether it’s the ghost of his touch,
Or pain,
But I am heaving, and tears are starting to roll off my eyes
My blood-injected eyes, and I don’t know either whether it’s the tears or the weed,
But I am absent
Am I losing my mind, or did I just leave it in his sheets last night?