Love, I found you in the bathtub

there were roses

in the water,

another love letter

on your fingertips. Unaddressed.

 

I read the words, as my own,

drowning

in reverb

 

you wrote:

 

how empty they all seemed without you.

how the days fell at my feet as if

dead, just long stupor-stares

and blank ceilings.

the stars all carved out.

just cheap glitter

on the drunken collapse

of bodies, limbs. 

just the stutter 

of skin 

 

scraped and scratched raw.

 

But darling, nothing

is ever

 

so empty

 

if you had only stayed

for a while

 

undressed my lies

 

saw my love for what it was.