You no longer sleep next to me. Same bed yes, but not next to me. There’s a void. Every night I sleep with a void. I spoon with an empty space. It’s a king sized bed and it demands my complete attention. The space fucking kills me. It’s wide and expansive. Very trench like. Cold and deep and desolate. Better men have perished in this void. It kills me, it really does. The quilt I keep at the headboard does nothing . It’s handmade with a drunkard’s path pattern. I stole it from my dead brother. This void will be the end of me.

merv shows me no love.