A Letter

my only one
it's been just a few short days
but I can't stop the tears
or the lip-biting
touching myself
like you always used to do
catching a whiff of your lovely scent
on an old sweater
but here again, the sky is falling on me
and there's less reflected hope in the sun
it's just so hard, so hard to sleep and wake up
when your name keeps bouncing
and echoing at me off the walls
oh these damn days, these so long
so long lonley days
they keep on sending me
awful pictures
gotta just sleep in
pretend, pretend not to see
tomorrow at last
we'll go to the river
my only one
it's time to finish this
keep holding my snapshot
close to your heart
I am the water that once touches your rough hand
and lingers for all time a soft reminder