The Empty Space

I find my self falling
into the indents of the sheet
white silhouette
of the place you used to sleep 

I wrap my arms over, 
the emptiness left behind
comfort by embracing
what was only in my mind.

Lost in the creases
of a sea that feels so vast
stranded with a memory
of what capsized in the past.

Replaced by an anchor
breathing ardour came to rest 
where your waves used to kiss me
as you drifted on my chest.
 
Painting with constellations
like the ones we used to find
I’m pining to the moon
for a chance to just rewind.

Searching for your smile
that was taken to the skies
here I drown in sorrow
of the freedom in your eyes.

Sinking with the motions
apathetic to stay afloat
as I submerge into darkness
on a quilted sailing boat.

Cursed with the promise
spoken as your last breath 
desolate I drift
mourning the lulls of death.