Another fibonacci poem:

"not you"

the

scent

of his

cologne made

me think back to you

when I used to sleep in your arms

until I snapped out of that dream

sitting at my desk

with this man

who was

not

you

Fibonacci Poem for the Day

“my bed is cold”

my

bed

is cold

without you

laying beside me

and those pillows bring no comfort

so I stare up at the ceiling

dreaming about you

by my side

instead

of

hers