extensa

every day

there is more and more

space in my bed

“it’s the Universe expanding”

you say

and reach out to me

but I am too far away

it’s sometimes weeks

before I come across

any trace of you

on the bathroom mirror

we leave messages for each other

you say that you miss me

so I’ve left

a kiss on the glass

“it’s the Universe expanding”

I say quietly

and the edges of the bed

are even further apart