The Mourning After

Shadows lengthen
around a cold imprint,
in the gloom
of forgotten cotton.

Sheets carry
traces of a collision,
but just a ghost
to hold.

Soft terrain to travel alone;
mind the gap,
between the platform and the pain.

I break with the morning:
my bed is messy but
my mind made up.

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