Echoes of Absence

Last night, I tried to say your name. But it broke inside my throat.

It's strange how some absences weigh more than those who stay.

I left the light off, so at least the pain wouldn't see me.

And it hurts, God, it hurts. Not because you left.

But because you never tried to stay. Ah. I

would've held you even in pieces. But you let it be me

who shattered. Ooh. Ah. Ah.

I tried sleeping on your side of the bed to see