Peter.Matchim (Canada) published:
I open my window and the wind wanders across my face, caressing my cheek.
My curtains reach and bend to envelop me like an arm around my shoulder,
But they’re soon reaching out for anything, anyone.
I put a hand on the numbing glass, then intertwine my fingers together.
I can almost imagine that it’s you.
There is a dent on one side of my bed.
My sheets hold me now, they say they’ll be the contact I crave-
6 months ago