My chest is so empty, it aches
You are my 3AM thoughts; my ramblings in the ungodly hours
You are my sanity tonight; my frantic scribbles
You are the glue that holds me together; the electricity that keeps my heart dancing in my chest
God, my chest.
Void of you, and mourning
Devastated
Lover.
Where are you?
Do you think of me often?
Am I the faceless siren in your dreams?
Or am I the very breath that fills your lungs?
Am I the rising and falling of your chest; of my favorite place to rest and forget the raging storm around us?
Or am I the wry smile playing about your lips?
I wish I could kiss you.