There's this ache
in my heart
that I can only describe
as the first cold wind
on the last days
of summer.
Or like when you were a kid
and your parents packed you in a van.
Your house fading in the distance as you drove away from
everything
you ever loved.
The squeaks and creaks of familiar floorboards,
the smell of  your room
becoming fuzzy details
of your dreams.

There's this ache in my heart
that reminds me of
guts twisting up
right before they tell you
they've got some bad news.
Your toes curling in your shoes,
bracing yourself
for a punch
you never physically
receive.
Or the way your voice strains
when youre trying to get
a message
across
the pouring rain.
The cold soaking
through your clothes,
sticking to your soul.
Creating goosebumps
on the flesh that covers
the bone.
And you never really
ever
get quite dry.

There's this ache in my heart
that reminds me,
that reminds me.
That I could only describe
as just
that ache.