Creased Heart

Pillows creased
sheets
turned down
strange looks
on your face
ask
how’s your day
or
I love you
doesn’t feel right
touch your
hair
small
jump
watch all the
patterns
used to some other way
now here
hear me
say

The pillow
is creased
sheets
turned down
scent lingers
the room
strange
perfume
your face
out of place

be the way
it used to be
look
at you
and
you
at me
Leaned over
touch my hair
kiss corners
of my mouth
never selfish
always shared
memory
in a week
empty

inside

suddenly
holes
love used to be
heart
chained
now
free

cold
like
snow