Cape Cod

I feel hollow at night, as the cooler air creeps in. I’ve dreamt of you more than I ever have -All of these new faces around me, new people, But none are you, not familiar like we once were. Soft touches, warm laughter, comfortable silence, Now just television static, Like waking up from a sweet, sugary dream; The sudden removal of your favorite blanket, Now frayed at the seams And left buried in the sand.

| Bridget Levesque