Evermore

You

Passed out on a sheetless dirty mattress on the floor

Leftovers in various states of rot all around you

A restless sleep full of nightmares and cold sweats

Waking ever couple of hours to turn the laptop back on

Because you can’t handle silence, or being alone

Him

Laying in a bed, made up of clean sheets resting on a frame

A room that smells of fresh air and cedarwood

During the day it echoes with laughter and contentment

I listen to his steady breathing as he drifts into a peaceful sleep

Curled up in the arms of someone safe, someone loved

I thank the universe that he is not you.