sometimes i think of him for a while
then i become consumed with the thought of him
the thought of his hands around my waist
his lips crashing into mine
overwhelms my mind
and i become consumed with the thought of everything
we’ve been through
and i ache.
i ache at the voids in my body he used to fill,
i ache at the pain in me he used to numb,
i ache at the missing parts of me
that will forever belong to him.