word vomit

it's been so long since I've
heard your voice breaking.
(darling, you were always
the best part of me.)

sometimes I stay awake
all night, curled up in the
space between my ribs and
backbone where you
used to lay your head when
you had too much to drink.

I hate that you left me
hanging on the clothesline
to dry, forgotten, like
yesterday's laundry

and the crows settled
'twixt my bones
to peck out
a heartbeat
to replace the one
I
could no longer
bear.