We would writhe together,
write together, slowly,
we would smile together,
and sway and get closer.
We can’t do anything together.
We won’t write and I won’t help you.
I keep expecting your words to arrive
but I know you want to be far away from me.
We aren’t anything anymore,
We only moved one speed, fast,
and I cried here all alone,
swaying in my bed, staring at nothing.