I awake with the wall in my face,
I poke out my tongue to see how it tastes – it tastes real,
like damp and wallpaper paste.
I feel alone,
each breath that I take lasts forever.
Forever I wait for…
Your breath on my skin,
the creak of the door,
the turn of a catch as you let yourself in… but nothing comes.
My thoughts drift to space latently, life escaping me,
the unslumbering, numb and vulnerable, naked me;
slave to complacency.
Inertia has me rooted, too unmoved to move, useless.
I’m on one side of my bed, awake, waiting patiently,
if you ever need a space to take, great…
there’s a vacancy.
Photograph by LeeroyHire An Editor