these bare walls
whisper the closing lines
of the conversations
we never had.

the chips in the paint
where you tore your posters down
cry out for the blank spaces
i never got around
to filling.

corners where
the dark gathers dense
catch at loose threads
and pull me in.
i get lost
in the sleep
i missed;

in the time
when your eyelashes
brushed over
my skin.

dancing while the ceiling crumbles overhead,
i hum your name and the open windows harmonize.