Written by Jacob Ibrag
Growing distance. Yesterday you told me not
to worry about a thing, that it’ll all piece together.
It’s not what you said, it’s the look you gave. Can’t
explain it. Your eyes took over my balance and I fell
for you all over again. Supplying me with a high that I
swore only you could give. Morning crept in. I try to
bring you closer to my body, to feel your skin upon
mine. Feeling nothing but a cold pillow that hasn’t
been slept on for a while. Me, myself and a letter.
Rushed handwriting, barely dried ink. ‘Can’t
keep lying, need to get away.’ And it’s
strange, feeling this still. Knowing
deep within my bones that
this was coming.