words scatter through my periphery
and i only grasp
at a time.
when your lover wakes each morning,
contemplating whether or not
to keep you,
what can you say to that,
what do you do??
i spend my mornings lying awake, while
trying not to be -
curled into myself,
counting down days to destroy what is left
of this month, the last of this house.
waiting for the space that is ours