A permanent goodbye.
A bed vacancy.
A new heartbeat fracture.
A first step in my twelve step plan to forget you.
An empty schedule decorated in erasure marks.
A staycation with sobs, ice cream, and horror movies.
A roulette of tear soaked voicemails.
An internal battle to message with intoxicated fingers.
Another promise to put in the broken pile.
A moment when every memory finds a home on my tongue.
A ghost that I haunt nightly.
A forgotten smile.
A window left open.
Poetic Trials 