I want to reach out and talk to you again

finding a constellation months later
Hope you're living well

I'd wait forever
to talk to you again

If I ever see you again

like a faint star
you have to look close enough

I'll find you again
without the light blinding me

Is it a coincidence
That all my favorite songs
Remind me of you?

i don't have much to say
except
i still feel your skin on mine
i still see your eyes in the dark
i still yearn for your fingertips everywhere

i'm not a forward person by any means -
but i find myself wanting you,
wanting the quietness of it,
the familiarity of our touching.

and i'm not a selfish person by any means -
but god,
i want all of you and more.

my tears have become the source of water my body lives off of
licking the salt off my lips, taste the melancholy in their kiss
eyes stiff from trying to keep the dams from breaking
they shattered within thirty seconds after saying goodbye
i haven’t tasted oxygen in three days
it feels like a poisonous gas polluting my lungs with each heave in between cries begging you to come back
i tell myself i’m pathetic for thinking you’ll come back because i know i am
but here i am, crying to myself in the pitch black over you on day number three of the most immeasurable pain i have ever endured