Breakup conundrum

I miss being broke but not broken
loved, not hated
heard, not ignored
kissed goodnight and being awaken time and time again during such night
held
cuddled
spooned by strong arms and sweaty skin
safe
but always at risk

I’m down my second beer and it’s Saturday at 00:42 AM
though it feels like every single fucking night since you left
me
alone
looking at my phone to find nothing
seeking some warmth to find none
just the damn cold
so cold
a barren bed awaits for me
sheets that forgot other bodies exist

(like yours)

You hear that?
Yeah
exactly
neither I do

Loneliness makes no sound
and yet it echoes
all around me

I miss being broke but not broken
but I miss more
being broken
beside you

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