“And the forest floor is warmer than my bed has ever been before, curled up tight together, make an ampersand.

My body fit perfectly in yours,

we would intertwine ourselves

and always end up

the same as the night before.

My fingers remember every curve of your

body,

and the taste of your molars will permanently remain

on my tongue.

My hipbone knows the cushion of your

thighs,

and my arms will always search for your

body

between them.

And now I lay,

here for days

The dirt ingrained into my

bloodstream.

The trees above provide the only comfort

I know now.

This was the last place I saw you,

The last time I held you.

Now, my arms wrap around my legs

as I fold in half

in complete

misery.

Curled up, tight, alone.

A mangled mess of a man

I bathe in the blood

you've left behind

because after you died,

everything around me is constantly damp.

From your blood, from my tears,

from the rain that drips down

from the canopy above.

There is no more

You

&

I.

I lay here and slowly

I become part of the earth.

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Title is a line from the song "Thirteen" by La Dispute.