when it was spinning.
When there was no surface to be seen
and no bottom to be found.
It was easier to sleep in this room
when it was alive
with the inhales and exhales
of breathes from inside.
It was easier to sit here
when their laughter was mine.
As it echoed and wrapped around me
A blanket, a sweatshirt to stop the cold.
When their voices rippled across the room
Like ribbons unraveling, a current.
But now, I see my breath’s ghosts--
shiver from the silence.
It’s hard to sleep with a mind spinning
in a still room.