2-1
June 09, 2023
Freeform
This bed is too big
I have too much space
These blankets are too much
Engulfing me, but I still shiver
I have too much food
Not like I can eat at all right now
The portions aren’t meant for one
What a waste
The car is so silent
Even with the music at full volume
My memories and thoughts are now my passengers
Not the precious cargo I long for
This toothbrush is missing something
A companion in the cup
And the toothpaste now lasts
twice as long
Shampoo & conditioner
I don’t need this much
At least, with what I have
Store trips won’t be as frequent
Errands are boring now
They lack laughter and joy
They’re now just empty, hollow
meaningless necessities
I was made for two
and I was made for you
I don’t want to be without
But I guess I’ll have to make do
