The Last Night You Were Here

you sat next to me in bed.

I could feel the stare before

you even turned to look.

My stomach might as well have

burned its way through the mattress,

hit the ground with a wet splat

fizzling through the floorboards.

You opened your mouth to speak,

but nothing came out. Just a look.

Moving closer,

my body responded with some kind of yell.

You asked me what it was, knowing.