Trembling lip
i want to say i miss it
soak cheeks whispering
saying I wasn't it
as I cradle my wounds
these words
wanting to pour out
who am I to stop them
I close my eyes
and see your face
Or is it someone else
does it even matter
it doesn't
mechanical breathing
inhale and exhale
repeating the process
the only way I can make it
a day at a time
slowly the trembling will stop
my eyes dry and bright
for tonight however
leave me be
I miss it
but I don't need it
I don't need you
