There is so much happening in my mind
that it's taken over my body
and I am involuntarily walking in circles.
My body must think that if it keeps moving,
it will eventually run into you.
And I haven't eaten in days,
because I can't find an appetite
for anything but the way you tasted.
Avoiding reality is ironically easier
when I'm awake for days
because I don't have to wake up
to the sharp reminder that you're gone over and over.
It's just a constant dull ache.