What should be said,
and what shouldn't,
What should be painful,
and what I'm familiar with.
(You held me in your sleep last night. I had missed that but you're not the same anymore. I slept with you the day before and I felt empty, as ever. You'll call me tonight and no one will have anything to say.)
There was my illness
and your leaving
and the synchronicity of it all,
And it comforted me because it was perfect, for once.