Toss and Turn Away
Left in the distance to wither, your absence has made more room for me. My body keeps its colors, and I never tug for covers only to receive the arms of a cold lover. You stopped checking on your beating kettle.
I love to construct the conversations I’ve missed. My thoughts are cotton thin or rooted deep as I see fit. Had you never pardoned your intellect in my presence I couldn’t have known. That I am far too good to myself to mistake good intentions in you. You tended to tear the strings apart. Glad to be all I have to tend to.