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
About the Creator
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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