the tiniest room

we used to shower together
trapped in the tiniest room
where one of us always felt cold
while the other felt warm
and we’d share water
and barely talk
but sometimes you’d sing

and we used to sleep together
on a bed that never felt big enough
so when you left for work
i’d stretch my whole body
across the empty mattress
in celebration of those
fifteen minutes
never realizing just how
uncomfortable it would feel
sleeping that way every night
with my body across the bed
and arms stretched out
like i’m looking for something