Melancholia I

There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely.

Melancholia I

The house is empty

Your scent lingers in the air

I cannot bear the weight of emptiness pressing down

Pushing me into the vacuum created by your absence

I sit in the dark eating saltines

numbly watching flickering images on the TV

falling asleep with the cat on my chest

Unmoving until morning

I do not sleep in our bed when you are gone