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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