Stitch these miles
together until
your skin
sends goosebumps
down my spine.
Whisper promises
of never
leaving me
into my neck.
I want to feel the
false comfort
that your hands
hold.
Tell me all about
the places we'll go
as you walk
out the door.
Tell me you love me
as you rip out
the stitches
that hold
together
my last hope for
happiness.