As I sit here at 3am
missing you like hell,
I realize how difficult it will be
when it's gone.

I wonder what it's like to
no longer feel the comfort
of your hands on my skin because
your touch feels like home and
without you I'll seem incomplete.

I think about not
being able to feel your breath
on my neck when we're lying in bed
because it's my security from
my lonely problematic thoughts.

I know thinking about you
will begin to hurt
and I wonder how long it'll be
before I give in.

- F.T.