Some Odd Form of Tetris

Falling harder every day. There’s an empty space in bed next to me, a blind spot in my sight, something lost and kicked out of orbit, just miles out of reach; it shouldn’t be quite this painful. It’s something circling my heart, picking at the edges, digging into me. A kiss haunts my lips, a touch lingers along my spine, penetrating eyes pierce my every thought. I feel the backs of feet and knees curl and lock into me, and it makes me want to stay asleep for weeks. If I just don’t open my eyes, if I can stave off the daylight, if I can hang onto what that look said, the words off those lips, the sound of her voice, the rush of her breath against my neck and chest… If I can just make it through one day, one small piece, at a time…

If this is the prelude, the crescendo is going to knock me flat.