I had it all planned out. Except disappointment.
Bought you flowers. They scattered outside my window.
It is raining beautifully. I am crying disgustingly.
It’s a beautiful night to die of heartache.
Am hugging my knees tonight instead of you.
How are you darling? Oh! Just my poem.
Sleeping ON my bed. No point getting inside.
Eight word sentences four our eight month adventure.