Recently, I’ve been sharing a bed
with a doubt as heavy as the night you left.
I’ve traded in your lips
for the seduction of her touch
and the many miles of missing you
she makes me explore.
She feeds my nights with time
that could never fill all the space
you left inside me
and, in the quiet crawl of dawn,
when her fingers are thick against my skin,
I look her in the eye and see you crystallised.
© Keighley Perkins