Exponential Loss
First night sleeping alone after a separation
While microwaving a bean-filled sloth at 11pm
On the first night away from you
I realize what a child I am
Not as a criticism
But as a softness
I want it because I'm cold and I'm lonely
And I need a friend. Any friend.
He turns and turns opposite ways
He’s here for my comfort
And I'm genuinely grateful
I want to feel warmth, as anyone would
I’m missing my person.
I am missing my person.
I rub my tummy
And it feels vastly empty
And I think, without thinking
I wish there was something in there
Someone in there
To keep me warm
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Jamie Martinez
Hello! I'm an amateur writer who emphasizes in exploring mental health and the absurdity of the universe. I'm obsessed with words and I love throwing them together to make sense of the senseless.
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By Lily Séjor5 days ago in Fiction
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Great poem!