Ah, the numbness has returned
and it hugs me like an old friend,
here to take me home.

There’s something addictive about sadness.
It embraces you
and coddles you
and it’s coldness feels like freedom.
There’s comfort in that hurt.

I found more comfort
sinking into my bed
in my room alone,
missing you,
then I ever found
when I was with you.

I longed for the pain of our end
to be back with the pain in my head.