December came and went
without notice of your departure.

but when January rolled around and fruit cake and sparkling lights no longer littered my home, it felt empty and i remembered how full and intense your presence was and how i longed for what we almost,
but never fully, had.

A flash of silver,
A touch of steel.
I hold my breath as it makes me feel.

A stinging pain,
Oh, how I swore I'd never do it again.
A crimson line,
One more,
One more,
And one last time.

Pulling down the sleeves,
Smiling to please.
Feeling numb.

Wishing to hurt,
Wishing to cry,
Wishing to scream.
Why?
I'm tired of telling myself
"One last time."

you may be over there
and i may be over here
but at least we are under the same sky, sun, moon, and stars
& that may be all i can get

That night it snowed
so hard
I melt you between my lips
like an ice cube

Each time I touched your ribs
I was trying to let my love echo
through my fingertips

I fell half asleep on your bare chest
as you repeatedly said
“I love waking up to you”

I love:
waking up
you