Empty Sorry Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Empty Sorry



I wake in a hurry,
you're no longer in my bed.
I pull up the covers,
and look around.
Tripping over clothes,
and cups around my bed.
The music is still playing on repeat.
My lips feel like they've been kissed,
I can smell you on my pillow.
I turn to find a note on the edge of my bed.
Slowly sitting down
I open it.
'Sorry'.

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